Why don’t we just forget the world and just run? Let them wonder where this intriguing and captivating love went and came from
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#63
And when the gold confetti rained onto my skin I couldn’t think of anything else or to be truly and entirely happy
#63
Why would you give your heart to someone who already has trouble carrying her own? Why would you try to love someone who will never love herself less? Your were another field in the checkered world in which she crowned herself queen.
#62
I like my wine cold and my beers with a neat layer of foam. And I like my alcohol the way flows through my blood and relaxes every single nerve of my entire body.
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I don’t know where I am going. I don’t know what I am trying to write. I know that I’m a mess and that my coffee isn’t warm anymore. My hair lost his golden glance and my body has disappeared in layers of comfort. The ridges of my hands are clean and my eyelashes are curled again. I recall myself walking head down through the school hallways yesterday. I never used to be that way.
I don’t know where I am going. I don’t know where I lost it. Maybe it was on that mountaintop, where I turned 360 degrees into the wild. Maybe it was that drunk night when I fell asleep in my own dream. Maybe it was that bright morning which made me feel extremely happy. Maybe it was that afternoon when I watched the sunset without blinking. Maybe it was that day that I lost myself in all astonishment about life.
I don’t know where I am going. I feel like standing in the middle of a busy trainstation. People flashing left and right. People I haven’t met and people I might have met. And they might have a destination, some may not. We’re all trying to follow our heart. We’re all doubting which train to take and were to stop. Which is a metaphor for life, you never know where to start, and where to end.
I don’t know where I am going.
As long as I move forward.
#61
Everywhere I went you can spot subtile grey-faded fingerprints. The air will echo all those lines I have silently mumbled. And the night sky has absorbed and reflected all that was wondering in my mind. It’s waiting there for him to find it. It’s waiting there for him to realize he can’t just get away.
Some
I think I was never destined to be loved by a lot of people. Mostly it were the odd one’s out. The one’s with music in their ears and dreams in their heads. Those were the people that could cope with me and my integrity. With me and my endless amount of flaws and faults. But they were there for me, and I would always have their back.
The overthinking 