Samstag, 25. September 2010


You are the scope.
Always have been.

To be in your arms again.
Hear you breathe.
See you smile.

I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.

Montag, 6. September 2010

Easy Way

Sometimes it's easier to just walk away.
Easier than stay and fight.
Even for something you want.

Montag, 23. August 2010

Broken Dream

When you have made that one terrible mistake
And there is no turning back
Regret is what you have left.

And it lives forever.

Sonntag, 20. Juni 2010


How do you measure loss? How can you?
How do you put into words the grief? The emptiness?
How can you measure the immense weight of what you do not have? Of what you lost. Of what your life is lacking.

Sonntag, 23. Mai 2010


I've tried. I've tried hard getting over it. I thought if I could make it through that, I could endure anything. Six years later, I still wake up in the middle of the night. Haunted. Aching. Torn. Aching despite all that strength. The strength I put into it. All that strength and still I wake up haunted in an empty bed. What was the point. All that strength and I wasted it, walking in the wrong direction.

Freitag, 21. Mai 2010


Why. Why now.
Haven't I suffered enough. I've done nothing to deserve this.
Get the fuck out of my head. Get out.
Get the fuck out.

Sonntag, 16. Mai 2010


No. Not this. Not again.
I can't go down there again.
I can't.


Ian Mcewan


Black Autumn
Rivers of Dead Leaves

Ohne wieder einmal verlegt zu werden, und soweit ohne größere Eruptionen, existiert der Äußere Himmel an diesem Ort für den bisher längsten zusammenhängenden Zeitraum. Dies ist seine Geschichte.

Locus Solus
The Pacific
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