You can be whoever you want to – as long as you keep in line. Of course you can dream big, but be realistic as well. There are no barriers as long as you remember to follow the rules. And what about freedom? That has never been anything but an illusion. Weiterlesen
Dreams
Maybe is a lonely place
The queen of Maybe rules the kingdom of make-believe and pretends to not see it slowly falling apart. Make-believe consists of all the things that might happen. That could maybe come true. That would maybe save the queen from reality. When truly everything in make-believe is just something that helps the queen to survive another day. Weiterlesen
The soliloquies of a hopeless heart
What if. The question that will kill you. Torment you. Refuse to let you sleep. Once you asked “what if” you will always wonder “what if” and every worst or best case will get stuck in your head. Weiterlesen
Somebody might change the world
There once lived somebody in some place somewhere on this world. And that somebody somehow ended up dreaming this big huge something. A dream that somehow seemed impossible. But that somebody couldn’t manage it to shake it off. Weiterlesen
Forever didn’t last
Forget. Forgive. But once…it was forever.
Pretense reached its end because I simply can’t. Not anymore.
Can’t act like I’m alright and to be honest I don’t want to. No again – never again. Weiterlesen
Repeat
I did it again. Though I should really know better by now. But where you are concerned I’m simply unfit to plead.
So what did I do? I went away and still thought about you every minute. Nothing there reminded me of you and still everything did. It’s like a curse that my mind seems to always find ways to associate random stuff with you.
After one day of denial I just gave in and did something for you. At this point it doesn’t even matter if you suspect something because really, you telling me to back off would be a fucking relief.
You liked it but said nothing else. But that’s just the same as you liking me. I know you do. Problem is: I fancy you. Like mad. And I simply can’t do anything about it.
Idiocy
I do miss you. You have no idea how much.
So maybe I should just grab the damn phone and call you? But what if she answers? What if I fuck it up once again?
Too many “what ifs” – I know I should do something instead. It’s just that the longer I think about it, the more reasons for not doing anything pop into my head. I watched you go once and it broke everything inside me. There are still some broken fragments left inside of me and yeah I guess they will keep being that way.
You are not coming back. That you made very clear seven years ago. And this time you did stick to it – burned a bridges down right behind you. And me? I didn’t do anything. I just moved on and buried a huge dream along with it. Weiterlesen
Broken dreams
I promised you once that I will never forget. And than once I almost did. So I wrote it down and it became the only story I’ve ever been able to finish. The only song I ever dared to sing in front of an audience. Once. So after all this time it’s still all about you. Weiterlesen
Something else now…
It all started with a really weird dream. About a tent, standing at the end of the world while it rained outside. Two people holding hands, staring each other in the eyes until one soul became one. I don’t remember who the other one was. Just that one of those hands belonged to me. Weiterlesen
Memory
Some dreams they never let you go
Every time on that damned bridge
I see you standing there with your sad smile
And I turn my head, but there is no one there now
Just the shadow of a memory lost so long ago
