"Baby be crazy ..."
worst Back pain.
shortly after 12 am to go to bed at 1:30 and got up again and then sleep until around 4RE back to 8th then stood up. Soooo
a waste I still have this dream -_____-;
And this. In my "free day". Everyday, more work
08-18 07-18
clock Clock (oh yes I gibs, I'm so totally not a mouthful, from the whole-day courses = DD)
08-14 (Silvester!)
oh hey, where's the sleeping?
your love, I will be probably not as often on, but I'm always available to cell phone.
Fits ask you on!
you soon!
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Average Size Of Enternce Asain Vigiina
Although it is been a while ...
... but I have to finally tell about the weekend, when Kathy came to visit! ^ ^
That was great! The second time this year that we have taken (semester break and holidays are not always compatible ...). Of course, it also went back to the Soy's Sushi Karaoke! Percentage-wise, we are unfortunately not on our services range from January to come, but at least Wind of Change by Scorpions brought us, as always, 98%. * G * By the way, of course, the sushi was delicious. ^ ^
On Saturday we went to cheer Striezelmarkt ... Nya, a food court stall on the other and a lot of crowds ... not as special as I thought. And is the stand with the dragons it any more.
Sunday we went walking to nem Asiarestaurant in which it also was All You Can Eat. I like the food there, especially not like that, but Dante was again there. I think Kathy has tasted some extent. =)
Otherwise we have a lot of talk and of course we fought with Pokémon! * G * And just
Amatiel is on my lap and snores - but it is ne great heater! XD
Freya has now survived their castration good, it seems to be present verschmusst than before. ^ ^
And Snowy has today launched her first litter to the world, an albino boy (we can now offer real ne albino breed!) And a dark brown boy. A third, also Albino Unfortunately, we have found only dead and that was for disabled ... Well, let 's see what will become of the two ...
Last weekend Dante and I bake cookies with my mother, because we have no oven, now I'm already like to do that ... But again we must not make so sooooo awful lot of work and stress for my mother ... Hm, well clear ...
... but I have to finally tell about the weekend, when Kathy came to visit! ^ ^
That was great! The second time this year that we have taken (semester break and holidays are not always compatible ...). Of course, it also went back to the Soy's Sushi Karaoke! Percentage-wise, we are unfortunately not on our services range from January to come, but at least Wind of Change by Scorpions brought us, as always, 98%. * G * By the way, of course, the sushi was delicious. ^ ^
On Saturday we went to cheer Striezelmarkt ... Nya, a food court stall on the other and a lot of crowds ... not as special as I thought. And is the stand with the dragons it any more.
Sunday we went walking to nem Asiarestaurant in which it also was All You Can Eat. I like the food there, especially not like that, but Dante was again there. I think Kathy has tasted some extent. =)
Otherwise we have a lot of talk and of course we fought with Pokémon! * G * And just
Amatiel is on my lap and snores - but it is ne great heater! XD
Freya has now survived their castration good, it seems to be present verschmusst than before. ^ ^
And Snowy has today launched her first litter to the world, an albino boy (we can now offer real ne albino breed!) And a dark brown boy. A third, also Albino Unfortunately, we have found only dead and that was for disabled ... Well, let 's see what will become of the two ...
Last weekend Dante and I bake cookies with my mother, because we have no oven, now I'm already like to do that ... But again we must not make so sooooo awful lot of work and stress for my mother ... Hm, well clear ...
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Bells Palsy Cold Exposure
entfall @ 2010-11-07T18: 20:00
it's getting darker
shady smile
behind there
maybe ... somewhere ...
... only because I would rather tell the metaphorical universe as the metaphorical shelf because it could be noticed someone because they are not as hermetically sealed off and feel trapped ... to be
alone to go. Self-sense. Sometimes it is extremely difficult.
ways of cracking to the outside, because inside is nothing. This is the common thread through all the moves, I could write dozens of entries about instability and lack of Selbstverwurzelung, it would be found wrapped in countless different word pictures in the past.
black hole maelstrom.
What remains in the end, withstand that? Why, why, where ...
Now is autumn, early dawn and leaves fall and cold winds. Sehnweh, melancholy.
The swings are stronger, especially toward the other end, towards life, fatigue and apathy.
hard to keep his footing. Therefore the retreat, I will not lose me.
But that changed at least you know it yet, because you can not stop short. Maybe someday ...
Gnawing questions to which there are no absolute answers, which you must answer actually responsible for themselves alone, and then pay any resulting consequences aware.
Always the same, so long: Who or what am I actually know how to / wants to / can I live and try to understand or at least something to feel, a reference to divine a direction ...
Sure, you could try to somehow take all the not so serious (and the circumstances not, they are like they are), consider it more as a game, sometimes I succeed in that, but
go under or be taken --- if I could just simply trust and finally let go.
often I have just scared. And I feel insecure, lost, like my gear, slightly swaying and stumbling, cramped. My lack of body-consciousness of the mirror for my lack of self-consciousness.
other day when going through my CD collection I noticed the old Blind Guardian discs back in the hand, now I hear, barely (this way) Metal, but this one song on this one album is that certain feeling so good again (even if it is''merely''a Queen cover version) ...
Spread your wings and fly away, fly away, far away.
... wishing he was miles and miles away,
nothing in this world, nothing,
would make him stay ...
Running away do the dreams of knocking off, and the desire for vitality.
The question is, containing only: Of what and where? And what exactly does that word embodies: vitality ...
it's getting darker
shady smile
behind there
maybe ... somewhere ...
... only because I would rather tell the metaphorical universe as the metaphorical shelf because it could be noticed someone because they are not as hermetically sealed off and feel trapped ... to be
alone to go. Self-sense. Sometimes it is extremely difficult.
ways of cracking to the outside, because inside is nothing. This is the common thread through all the moves, I could write dozens of entries about instability and lack of Selbstverwurzelung, it would be found wrapped in countless different word pictures in the past.
black hole maelstrom.
What remains in the end, withstand that? Why, why, where ...
Now is autumn, early dawn and leaves fall and cold winds. Sehnweh, melancholy.
The swings are stronger, especially toward the other end, towards life, fatigue and apathy.
hard to keep his footing. Therefore the retreat, I will not lose me.
But that changed at least you know it yet, because you can not stop short. Maybe someday ...
Gnawing questions to which there are no absolute answers, which you must answer actually responsible for themselves alone, and then pay any resulting consequences aware.
Always the same, so long: Who or what am I actually know how to / wants to / can I live and try to understand or at least something to feel, a reference to divine a direction ...
Sure, you could try to somehow take all the not so serious (and the circumstances not, they are like they are), consider it more as a game, sometimes I succeed in that, but
go under or be taken --- if I could just simply trust and finally let go.
often I have just scared. And I feel insecure, lost, like my gear, slightly swaying and stumbling, cramped. My lack of body-consciousness of the mirror for my lack of self-consciousness.
other day when going through my CD collection I noticed the old Blind Guardian discs back in the hand, now I hear, barely (this way) Metal, but this one song on this one album is that certain feeling so good again (even if it is''merely''a Queen cover version) ...
Spread your wings and fly away, fly away, far away.
... wishing he was miles and miles away,
nothing in this world, nothing,
would make him stay ...
Running away do the dreams of knocking off, and the desire for vitality.
The question is, containing only: Of what and where? And what exactly does that word embodies: vitality ...
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Locker Combination Big Nate Island
What does a girl do ...?
Should you hear something about a huge explosion in
I got the book and won’t moan about my headache or anything else.
Monday, September 13, 2010
Throat Had To Be Drained
For Hannah
Der Panther
Im Jardin des Plantes, Paris
Sein Blick ist vom Vorübergehn der Stäbe
so müd geworden, dass er nichts mehr hält.
Ihm ist, als ob es tausend Rods were
and behind a thousand bars no world.
The powerful paddings steps
which the very smallest circle rotates
is like a dance of strength around a center
in a great will stands stunned.
Only sometimes the curtain of the pupils lifts, quietly
-. Then goes into a picture
down through the limbs' intensive stillness -
and hear the heart to be.
Rainer Maria Rilke, 11.06.1902, Paris
Der Panther
Im Jardin des Plantes, Paris
Sein Blick ist vom Vorübergehn der Stäbe
so müd geworden, dass er nichts mehr hält.
Ihm ist, als ob es tausend Rods were
and behind a thousand bars no world.
The powerful paddings steps
which the very smallest circle rotates
is like a dance of strength around a center
in a great will stands stunned.
Only sometimes the curtain of the pupils lifts, quietly
-. Then goes into a picture
down through the limbs' intensive stillness -
and hear the heart to be.
Rainer Maria Rilke, 11.06.1902, Paris
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Pokemon Silver Rom Gameshark Cheats
entfall @ 2010-09-07T22: 00:00
unstable.
... it's burning through my veins like gasoline
this feeling of being lost, cold and vulnerability, (life) Angst
''... fall off the table and get swept under ...''
swallowed, absorbed, eliminated
And I can hear in your head''my''song, the theme song for that unergrü ; RURAL painful longing and suffering torrential pulling into the everywhere-nowhere, adrenaline, panic and throw up both euphoria and desire.
~ ~ ~
Radiohead: Weird fishes turn
In the deepest ocean The bottom of the sea
Your eyes They
me
Why should I stay here?
Why should I stay? I'd be crazy not
turn to follow Follow where you lead
Your eyes They
me
Turn me into phantoms
I follow to the edge of the earth
And fall off
Everybody leaves
If they get the chance
And this is my chance
I get eaten by the worms
And weird fishes
picked over by the worms And weird fishes
Weird fishes Weird fishes
Yeah I
I hit the bottom Hit the bottom and escape
Escape
And I
I hit the bottom Hit the bottom
Hit the bottom and escape Escape
hear
~ ~ ~
It is almost pure masochism (and I've still got more of such songs, such music): Old demons give the opportunity to Claws and fangs me to dig into the flesh and to enjoy it (bitter sweet memory), while other parts of my head and heart are already on and defend themselves from sinking and losing - one foot still in the bottom of old wounds (as self-destruction is the only way possible for me to feel) and the other even in uncertain Anders (excavation, defense).
It is a balancing act on a knife edge - to know what it once was and it still almost always empathize with unadulterated, without, however, the fragments newly developed terrain and its position is not sufficiently asserted again to give up. And that is, I sometimes think the real danger of depression - some kind of addiction is to wollüsterner pain experience. It can not allow it to be working is probably the art. Melancholy is beautiful and for me a driving feel to much of my downfall.
It makes me vulnerable, irritable.
Without protection for my sensitivity, I can not leave my retirement. It is so incredibly intense, almost like sometimes die, as under current. Trembling, lying bare Nerves. Long as I can not join something, someday I'm simply not receptive.
Somehow I must have done it, to learn to deal with my feelings, so it is not always either too much or too little. Between the barricade behind impregnable walls and the defenseless helplessness, it must be some middle ground (''between death and eternal life must be a third thing'', because I think this song line, always). The tide must be channeled, controls the energy, everything else makes me - and I know for certain, not only my experience tells me that - broke the long run.
The first way has already become independent too much, now I'm sitting in this prison and come out no more. For me there is a permanent energy storage, I stand always live and find no outlet for it. If I can not find ways to live out the self, the blazes too long locked up his own destructive way out (for this I'm probably permanently sick). And me, the offspring of frigging and inertia, passivity.
How interesting is probably the most bites to outsiders? But the latter was only the result of the inability of the former cope and tension is also reflected in many more or less subtle things. Torn nail beds, tight muscles, nervousness and lack of concentration, one never really find relaxation attitude, always in fight or flight. Not least sleep problems. Oh, I would surely think of some that hormonal side effects depression-induced lethargy are very likely to me ad nauseam, so familiar. What's
. Did I write that? For what?
monotony, it's my Journal.
And as always, remains the only emotional level flight crashed into the void.
are to remain up and bruised.
wind driving clouds shadow.
''... Herman, calls the wind, and I will be cold ... all I have is a name only, and have I a someone else '...''
Gone.
unstable.
... it's burning through my veins like gasoline
this feeling of being lost, cold and vulnerability, (life) Angst
''... fall off the table and get swept under ...''
swallowed, absorbed, eliminated
And I can hear in your head''my''song, the theme song for that unergrü ; RURAL painful longing and suffering torrential pulling into the everywhere-nowhere, adrenaline, panic and throw up both euphoria and desire.
~ ~ ~
Radiohead: Weird fishes turn
In the deepest ocean The bottom of the sea
Your eyes They
me
Why should I stay here?
Why should I stay? I'd be crazy not
turn to follow Follow where you lead
Your eyes They
me
Turn me into phantoms
I follow to the edge of the earth
And fall off
Everybody leaves
If they get the chance
And this is my chance
I get eaten by the worms
And weird fishes
picked over by the worms And weird fishes
Weird fishes Weird fishes
Yeah I
I hit the bottom Hit the bottom and escape
Escape
And I
I hit the bottom Hit the bottom
Hit the bottom and escape Escape
hear
~ ~ ~
It is almost pure masochism (and I've still got more of such songs, such music): Old demons give the opportunity to Claws and fangs me to dig into the flesh and to enjoy it (bitter sweet memory), while other parts of my head and heart are already on and defend themselves from sinking and losing - one foot still in the bottom of old wounds (as self-destruction is the only way possible for me to feel) and the other even in uncertain Anders (excavation, defense).
It is a balancing act on a knife edge - to know what it once was and it still almost always empathize with unadulterated, without, however, the fragments newly developed terrain and its position is not sufficiently asserted again to give up. And that is, I sometimes think the real danger of depression - some kind of addiction is to wollüsterner pain experience. It can not allow it to be working is probably the art. Melancholy is beautiful and for me a driving feel to much of my downfall.
It makes me vulnerable, irritable.
Without protection for my sensitivity, I can not leave my retirement. It is so incredibly intense, almost like sometimes die, as under current. Trembling, lying bare Nerves. Long as I can not join something, someday I'm simply not receptive.
Somehow I must have done it, to learn to deal with my feelings, so it is not always either too much or too little. Between the barricade behind impregnable walls and the defenseless helplessness, it must be some middle ground (''between death and eternal life must be a third thing'', because I think this song line, always). The tide must be channeled, controls the energy, everything else makes me - and I know for certain, not only my experience tells me that - broke the long run.
The first way has already become independent too much, now I'm sitting in this prison and come out no more. For me there is a permanent energy storage, I stand always live and find no outlet for it. If I can not find ways to live out the self, the blazes too long locked up his own destructive way out (for this I'm probably permanently sick). And me, the offspring of frigging and inertia, passivity.
How interesting is probably the most bites to outsiders? But the latter was only the result of the inability of the former cope and tension is also reflected in many more or less subtle things. Torn nail beds, tight muscles, nervousness and lack of concentration, one never really find relaxation attitude, always in fight or flight. Not least sleep problems. Oh, I would surely think of some that hormonal side effects depression-induced lethargy are very likely to me ad nauseam, so familiar. What's
. Did I write that? For what?
monotony, it's my Journal.
And as always, remains the only emotional level flight crashed into the void.
are to remain up and bruised.
wind driving clouds shadow.
''... Herman, calls the wind, and I will be cold ... all I have is a name only, and have I a someone else '...''
Gone.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Romantic Theme Hotels In Nj
entfall @ 2010-06-24T18: 55:00
~ ~''''Lost in emptiness
A beautiful blend of the two emotions that I feel.
loneliness and emptiness. Not to know where &
with himself what to do really (at all and, in general, and specifically in one), all interwoven with abysmal futility.
disturbing feeling of numbness, so dull and cold.
nothing.
Nothing, not the only support, anything that might make everything eträglicher. What remains is only accessible to themselves and this fact helps sometimes pathetic little.
At least as long as that's still no more than an unfilled & aching hole, until I myself (? Again I had ever) I eventually found you. And maybe can go without crutches''''...
Sometimes again the vague need for a dump that can compensate for the feeling of instability as well; but it works for me not to clear, the mechanisms behind this escapes me & do not take any more, when, or after drinking himself to swallow pills, anything to turn off the brain for a while I know (already can feel) like they get little - then the crash is all the more worse, in principle, I want everything to have no idea but a real solution. Too tired.
~''a sense of drowning with a desire to survive''~
The feeling of treading water, or very difficult to move anything (a before timid step, two steps back like); me everything that grows on the head in the proverbial sense, sprawling monsters and demons raging in shadowy black abyss, and yet it is so hard disengage from it, embraced it as a knife-sharp spiny something. Can demolish anything like the gaping bleeding wound feel that it creates - but maybe it can heal at least ... And it's gone forever unless I can get me not to cling to it.
There is so much that I talk to anyone, only me alone can make himself (because It only affects me and it would not add anything more to add, do the last step you have to own). Also, it hurts, but it is hoped that at some point''everything''is better to dissolve in letting go. Purifies himself, with time.
That all to me just no more, no longer represents anything. Pure being, but that does not degenerate into mere existence. Because I feel is beautiful and important as little else, so is the associated pain in order - but not this wasting away, boiling passion in it.
only how to get there, I know not so real, but is probably at the end of everything again really easily and in fact obvious - because it is only my ego, yes, to me at all, and each is always and everywhere in the way, I know , (which is why the simplest is often the hardest). What's
. Gehen_
~ ~''''Lost in emptiness
A beautiful blend of the two emotions that I feel.
loneliness and emptiness. Not to know where &
with himself what to do really (at all and, in general, and specifically in one), all interwoven with abysmal futility.
disturbing feeling of numbness, so dull and cold.
nothing.
Nothing, not the only support, anything that might make everything eträglicher. What remains is only accessible to themselves and this fact helps sometimes pathetic little.
At least as long as that's still no more than an unfilled & aching hole, until I myself (? Again I had ever) I eventually found you. And maybe can go without crutches''''...
Sometimes again the vague need for a dump that can compensate for the feeling of instability as well; but it works for me not to clear, the mechanisms behind this escapes me & do not take any more, when, or after drinking himself to swallow pills, anything to turn off the brain for a while I know (already can feel) like they get little - then the crash is all the more worse, in principle, I want everything to have no idea but a real solution. Too tired.
~''a sense of drowning with a desire to survive''~
The feeling of treading water, or very difficult to move anything (a before timid step, two steps back like); me everything that grows on the head in the proverbial sense, sprawling monsters and demons raging in shadowy black abyss, and yet it is so hard disengage from it, embraced it as a knife-sharp spiny something. Can demolish anything like the gaping bleeding wound feel that it creates - but maybe it can heal at least ... And it's gone forever unless I can get me not to cling to it.
There is so much that I talk to anyone, only me alone can make himself (because It only affects me and it would not add anything more to add, do the last step you have to own). Also, it hurts, but it is hoped that at some point''everything''is better to dissolve in letting go. Purifies himself, with time.
That all to me just no more, no longer represents anything. Pure being, but that does not degenerate into mere existence. Because I feel is beautiful and important as little else, so is the associated pain in order - but not this wasting away, boiling passion in it.
only how to get there, I know not so real, but is probably at the end of everything again really easily and in fact obvious - because it is only my ego, yes, to me at all, and each is always and everywhere in the way, I know , (which is why the simplest is often the hardest). What's
. Gehen_
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Will A Ps3 Arcade Stick
3am
I feel me behind glass and empty as I do not know if I should fear the airlessness my box or the fact that I find security in it. I find myself here that it disgusts me when people come to me out there to close, while even in the network not really communicate with people as I could strip down their thoughts on the same ugly way her arms.
I feel me behind glass and empty as I do not know if I should fear the airlessness my box or the fact that I find security in it. I find myself here that it disgusts me when people come to me out there to close, while even in the network not really communicate with people as I could strip down their thoughts on the same ugly way her arms.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Motorbike Trials Engine
Anti-Sleeping Beauty
A whole week off ahead of me and yet it is already approved plans to complete, but with things that I'm really pleased. Mainly I put on some things with the girls. Claudia
morning pick me up and we renovate their homes, that tear down wallpaper, stripping doors and remove any traces of the previous tenant, who was a heavy smoke. It depends on how long we do and how broken we are after, I will make with Petra and Julie Vennbahntrasse for a bike ride, where will always be, but I insisted to go as little as possible, mountains, and be very difficult in this region. Die reinste Berg- und Talgegend hier.
Mittwoch treffe ich mich mit Larissa und Marion in Bonn, weil wir für die Übung in B1 noch ein Referat vorbereiten müssen und vielleicht melde ich mich bei Janna und wir machen am Donnerstag ein Picknick im Hofgarten, wenn das Wetter mitspielt, ansonsten bin ich wahrscheinlich wieder bei Claudia in der Wohnuing. Genau wie Freitag und das ganze Wochenende, auch wenn wir uns vorgenommen haben, nicht die ganze Zeit zu arbeiten.
Außerdem habe ich mit Julia ausgemacht, dass wir noch zusammen zum Tijuana und zum Cinekarree gehen, weil wir beide einen Job suchen und wir beide nicht alleine gehen wollen. Da sind wir 20 bzw. 21 und trauen uns nicht, alleine auf Job search leave. It's all a bit embarrassing. But what the hell, what are friends for, if not all of them could do together?
What surprises me anyway. Some of them I know almost ten friends and still feel it has some bits about aneinabder still ran. Just as Petra. After we have once in AIM really talked well together - and I just knew that something was wrong with her - we met on Wednesday, but neither of us has got married but we both know of each other that. We can always count on the other and could never do something this familiarity between us broken. She has even offered me, that they mean to me would be "Daniel" play and I know it should really come ever so far, I will have also, for I would not do it alone. But we are talking about a future that does not exist.
I just love my girls. Each one of them and better friends, you can not have.
Sleeping is currently a very difficult one, but I've always gotten back on track, so I'll do it again this time. That is why I am now quite well to an anti-Sleeping Beauty.
Otherwise, it is currently quite soft. My mother is, as always, But after the ten day break, it seems to me much before schlimmr, but the man is a creature of habit, so I wait a bit, and even dull for me the whole thing again.
Although I do things I should be better, although I rather things faking it and pretending (pretending being the right word) that I should not pretend to be better, but this was different. Of course it is different, but ....
I have a hard-won peace that is still a little wobbly on his feet, but she stands there and for this peace and I will continue fighting as long as I can still fight as long as it goes any further, it pulls, pulls and tears, but that seems to be a part of me. Maybe I should not always seek to deny, lie and all that. Maybe I have to accept once and then turn it into something. How would he say now? "Where I am is the beginning."
At least for now, for the few seconds that it has taken, than never to type these words, but better, right?
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
How Thick Is A Tech Deck
The Year We Make Contact ...
... is already half over, I know. The more I should "hurry trip:
VOYAGER I'm looking forward, will be the second time that I completely see it. Normally, I would even post in my FilmLJ, but I do not remember the password, and can not remember the email address which I have makes also use and search for three days (and the abolition of various email addresses), I have simply the fed up. So I will then enter the messages from the other LJ in the next few days here, but not now here we go first to bed with the last episodes of DEFYING GRAVITY.
... is already half over, I know. The more I should "hurry trip:
" with my Where many nerds have been before "
Probably one has to understand to be quite a nerd at the allusion, in short, I would watch Star Trek .. . from the beginning So in the 60s, to the bitter end to the horrible theme song. On VOYAGER I'm looking forward, will be the second time that I completely see it. Normally, I would even post in my FilmLJ, but I do not remember the password, and can not remember the email address which I have makes also use and search for three days (and the abolition of various email addresses), I have simply the fed up. So I will then enter the messages from the other LJ in the next few days here, but not now here we go first to bed with the last episodes of DEFYING GRAVITY.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Wife With Lingerie Heels
Free Fallin 'Broken Soup
If you were now at sea, you were happy.
The soft breaking waves, the roar of the water and pleasant cold that run over your bare feet. The wide sky above you and the dark, velvety night around you. The gentle wind that caresses your face and tells you about a life that extistiert only in your dreams. The cool sand beneath your feet, the taste of the salty air on your lips. All that you take on in you, take it up and put it around your heart.
your soul finds no rest easy. You'll find just a break. The restlessness is burning under your skin and you feel trapped in a cage. Hogan's expectations, which the bars can move ever closer. But the thought of the sea will save you. The idea of the vastness and the silence. The air in your lungs, the beating of your heart. You want to feel again, will you feel you can easily recover.
But you sit in your cage and you are deaf Sun No color, noise or odors. You see the world outside your window, but only at your window.
you dread the day and night will never leave you. For the days will show you how much time you waste, how many opportunities you miss, and how little you actually live. But the Nights are filled with your wishes and hopes, with your plans and ideas. In your favorite darkness everything seems humanly possible.
But you just sit there and stare fixedly new infinities in the world. You just sit there.
If you were now at sea, you were happy.
The soft breaking waves, the roar of the water and pleasant cold that run over your bare feet. The wide sky above you and the dark, velvety night around you. The gentle wind that caresses your face and tells you about a life that extistiert only in your dreams. The cool sand beneath your feet, the taste of the salty air on your lips. All that you take on in you, take it up and put it around your heart.
your soul finds no rest easy. You'll find just a break. The restlessness is burning under your skin and you feel trapped in a cage. Hogan's expectations, which the bars can move ever closer. But the thought of the sea will save you. The idea of the vastness and the silence. The air in your lungs, the beating of your heart. You want to feel again, will you feel you can easily recover.
But you sit in your cage and you are deaf Sun No color, noise or odors. You see the world outside your window, but only at your window.
you dread the day and night will never leave you. For the days will show you how much time you waste, how many opportunities you miss, and how little you actually live. But the Nights are filled with your wishes and hopes, with your plans and ideas. In your favorite darkness everything seems humanly possible.
But you just sit there and stare fixedly new infinities in the world. You just sit there.
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