Alone…
Why do i see every person around me being alone?
Why do i see loneliness whereever i look?
Sometimes, its so strong, it could make me cry…
And sometimes I think I´m wrong…
I´d love to be mistaken in this matter. The world I see is so cruel, so full of anonymity that it drives me crazy. We seem to cannot know each other truly. There´s so much in the way. So many things we experienced, so much loneliness, that we don´t open up.
Sometime I´d just like to quit this kind of being. Not for myself, but for all of us and start over…
The Moon
Manchmal, wenn man zu den Sternen am Himmel aufblickt, fragt man sich, wie weit sie nun eigentlich weg sind… kann man sich die Entfernung überhaupt vorstellen?
Es überkommt einen dann diese jene Gefühl von Alleinsein, das einen als unglaublich klein und unbedeutend darstehen lässt…
Wenn ich den Mond nachts anschaue, denke ich mir oft: “naja, wenigstens ist er noch da…”
Ich denke in letzter Zeit oft an meine verpassten Chancen..
Chancen, in denen ich verpasst habe, Leuten gegenüber meine Achtung für ihre Taten auszudrücken. Chancen, mich bei Leuten für ihre Taten zu bedanken… aber vor allem, Chancen, Leuten zu sagen , dass ich sie liebe… und wie ich sie Liebe…
Ich weiss nicht ob man soetwas nacholen kann… aber ich hoffe inständig, dass dem so ist… oder dass mich diese Leute gut genug kennen, um zu wissen, was ich von ihnen halte und wie sie es zu interpretieren haben…
…*seufz*
- ’bout Angels -
“Without understanding why, very often these individuals will find cycles running virtually back to back carrying with them similar issues different people. If not careful the potential exists of a tired or broken spirit believing they were meant to be punished in some way by God or the Universe. What they may not understand is this type of exertion may jeopardize exactly the work they had come here to provide.” http://www.bellaonline.com/articles/art45545.asp
Quote from Bash.org
DragonflyBlade21: A woman has a close male friend. This means that he is probably interested in her, which is why he hangs around so much. She sees him strictly as a friend. This always starts out with, you’re a great guy, but I don’t like you in that way. This is roughly the equivalent for the guy of going to a job interview and the company saying, You have a great resume, you have all the qualifications we are looking for, but we’re not going to hire you. We will, however, use your resume as the basis for comparison for all other applicants. But, we’re going to hire somebody who is far less qualified and is probably an alcoholic. And if he doesn’t work out, we’ll hire somebody else, but still not you. In fact, we will never hire you. But we will call you from time to time to complain about the person that we hired.
Tormented Mind
With a glance from your eyes
and a smile from youor lips
you’ve stunned me so bad.
With a word from your heart
And a touch from your soul
You’ve driven me mad.
I can hardly speak
When you are around
My mind lies in chains
but my will is unbound…
Life…
Some say: “give me a reason to love you”.
I say: give me a reason to fight!
Since I was born I´ve been retired,
I feel so tired, so utterly misplaced…
A vampire, waiting for the dawn, not knowing when it starts,
An old man, waiting for the train…
And waiting is the only choice…
To be allowed to leave…
tired of talking
I´m tired,
tired of talking
because the people around me bore me
They run in circles but they don’t recognize
The think they got it, but they are far away from having the slightest clue
The live like ants, born to work in a system they don’t know
They dope their minds by making senseless things important
So they sink deeper and deeper into a kind of syrup wich they call reality
… The one and only, untouchable reality!
I´m dreaming
I´m dreaming
I´m dreaming of the past
Because the present bores me
Since Iwoke up it seems like love doesn´t exist anymore
Love’s not more but a word
A word that reminds us of a thing that once might have been in the world
But now it seems like love’s gone
All that’s left is a memory
And people don’t want to loose it too
So they pratice ‘love’ to ‘remember’ the real love they know from stories
But they do not even know if these stories are true
I´m dreaming
Weaving my mind into my limited past.
If you feel torn between two forces
Ripped apart for a higher purpose,
It is just human!
If you feel down and want to quit,
If you think that you can’t make it
It is just human!
If you tend to feel superior
Or special in a unique way,
This is just human,
You are just human!
If you deny your own race
But still fuck them, for god’s sake,
You are just human!
If you feel lost in what you call reality
And therefore lose yourself everyday
You are just human!
If you are puzzled by life’s variety
Everyday running around aimlessly,
You’re bloody human!
