Thousand Years

We met, it feels like some thousand years ago.

what would happen later on I couldn’t yet know. 
But you were on my happy side, you always were
I can’t even say how you got there.

When I remember happy times, there’s two persons on my mind. 
And one of them is you, isn’t that kind of kind? 
You and your friends, that’s who you were,
back in those days. 
I hadn’t thought you’d still be there,

just you, but in a hundred different ways.

Catch me if you can, I dare you! 
That’s how I fight. 
And you caught me every time, 
though you never even tried.

Für Martin.

random thought about love.

black and white. that’s not life’s way.

everything, even me, is grey.
or any other colour in between,
sometimes all of them,
sometimes only red, yellow or green.
relationships can’t be fairytale-ones.
I’d though I had one of those once
and it was ripped apart in the most horrible way.
hurt to the last bit of my heart
I now prefer grey.
laughing and crying is what trust means
and love. It’s not all is perfect, it’s it can work.
i don’t want you to be perfect, cause I’m far from it.
and I don’t want to spend my life thinking about whether I deserve   you or not.
OR why.
Love is not about deserving anything. You don’t deserve.
You fight for it, but it doesn’t guarantee you anything. Love is about support,
about being better together than you are on your own.
I’m better with you. You’re not white and shiny and perfect.
But you’re just the right size and colour for me.
My winter jacket when I’m cold, and like my toothbrush you help me to spit the bad taste of life out on some days.

Enfin…. decu? J’en suis pas sur

Les mots, ils ne font pas d’amitié, ce sont les gestes qui le font. Ou qui mettent un fin à tout contact.

Comme hier. Toute la semaine j’ai parlé de notre rencontre. Revoir un bon ami, quelqu’un qui nous connais hônetement.

C’était dûr de réaliser que tu n’en a pas donné autant de pensées. Pour toi c’était une petite fête et moi une fille qui venait peut-être. Et quand je suis venu, ce n’êtait pas vraiment important pour toi. Et alors tu m’as oubliée encore. Ce sont des gestes qui me disent qu’il n’y a plus de chaîne entre nous.