Tuesday, March 11, 2008

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doubt

Schwubbdiwubb I was sat on a rainbow of shades of gray and looked down, laughing

the world Or so I ask myself again and again before the big bang my

own soul soul .. funny word, because what.. is? thousand small

elektronenteilchen or penned wild swirling chaos in such a kind of spiral out of nothing,

in my lungs? The lungs just because someone I'm fond of me

once said that this is the seat of the soul.
wild and playful and even chaotic, I propose with the poor as if they were

butterfly wings and hope for change, which unfortunately does not come simply want as

what it is somewhere in common, or not? I had the theory but

promised so much from rain and storm. Fliegner I still can not ..

only in thoughts or dreams. Would also make it really not that much sense where

I do have a fear of heights and this can not simply be swept away by the sheer colorfulness of my own

filigree wings. So I prefer to ride
.. wider and deeper and faster No matter how hard

these were may be, until the final exhaustion, to let go I must be simple and

let me down roll in the dust, WHILE the dream just weitergallopiert and

I lie in the same swirling cloud that remain, and see the dust particles, which each contain

for a little hope and rebellion, the main force so long

defiance to the reality but then decides it is enough. Low dust, low

reality. They would not give in just like the dreams?

Difficult question ...

I look into your eyes and imagine it and you look back just blankly

As you have rejected my words, yes, I would be the cruelest and most of all

and uniform magnet, the Earth has ever produced. Almost

wneig unconscious with a horror, but above all as a sheep, which is suddenly taken from

his meadow and will eat from now on brown instead of green feed.

So you're right again, because who wants that. But maybe it's

vice versa? Maybe life was far too dry food! I try to dive

in the eyes of the world mean and the blinds all may well rip open

so fresh air can flow and that you do not have to feel so lonely

in my thoughts. All too easily can get lost in it, which I admit

quite well, but ... I will create a leader. A small golden

beetles. A scarab .. . Just because I find them beautiful ..

and connect because it could be something mythical.

back but to my question and the answer is not given. I insist

although I have yet learned from the beginning to insist on anything, why not? Weiss

I do not - but you have taught me so - And if you do not .. then someone must

have been different. So I'll take you by the hand and sit on a park bench

glowing in the middle of the desert dust in which I had just hinuntergeplatscht. The

dust has settled too quickly, catching just hide in my head still confused and

is playing with the light of the setting sun. For hours

we are sitting there, dying silent in the swan dance, make it actually say

not where it would have still been so necessary and yet never

unhappy to be there, because we know it as something small and fragile

gives what may anyway no words, so manipulative, occur so cocky

how hairy and furry body of pure muscle, moving as smoothly

like a powerful cat, and the way the kids were able to like a toothpick

in the trachea !

Someday, I'll let you sit there for some time there because you could not stop

test to see, because I did not want to look because I know it looks like this

look and feel. So I put on my little rose-pink ballerinas

and dance and much too high grass that never in his life from the

has heard the invention of the lawnmower, I quite what it somewhere to

envy white. "I feel so often" I whisper to him, and show that

intimate relationship. My hands glide through and remove it dare barely there to

touch and want more a breath of wind to be the round slides without having to introduce

can as it really is wind to be and take those responsible for

everyone and everything to have. For each bird, like the drive up and down, for

the scent of fresh carnations and pine trees or other things. Anxiety and fear associated with this is that

to touch their stems and destroy the naivety

but otherwise known as the only way to stand here and back and forth and weigh

dreaming meaning of a future that does not matter because everything is always so remain

could as is just. Do it, but luck. The best proof of this as I am I

Tänzler here.

middle of the large meadow that is adjacent to the dust, is a tree among

I've placed many times. I always ask myself before like you, like in a

old film, as in the stereotypical image of a beautiful time on a big branch hanging upside down

, with a tattered trousers at the knees and laugh. That is it, I know the

and that is what I have kept me. So I lean to the old

bark chewing on a blade of grass and stare into the distance. The Sun is still below,

it seems to take most of the time to go under or, rarely times altogether

only seem to be able to make at least primarily rainbow. The

are ultimately important. Time passes and you still do not get stuck there, no, you

jump down, kneeling up close to me, look at me, this time with the look

a fox, who discovered he smart enough traps is to recognize and to steal the food

out of them and blink once. I fall in love in

this moment with you, as in a thousand other moments.

Someone calls up a reputation which I can not hear and you go running. I remain

alone and the sun sets a little bit more, which cause thousands of fireflies

to be the lost light replaced. My back

pushes me away and into the air and I'm standing there - so between them and I am thrilled

what it is not everything and where everything must go. In short, a doll, then a flying

Creature with a light body, fluorescent and

wonderfully pretty to look at, gradezu a miracle of thought. They constantly change their color and sparkle

and flash and reveal themselves mirrored as the neon signs of nature,

in cold, clear puddles of rain from last spring, which wants to

smooth road wegtrocknen not easy. Long time he should have evaporated,

has perhaps always renewed and must always serve and often as a mirror

. I can read it, what should I buy what I have to live when

and how and why my clock is ticking as it is, and me the track with where I should go

. All around stand up drive towers of concrete and steel in the sky my eyes the tears of

fascination. Hardly anyone can understand how

devotion can be simply amazed how beautiful can look like something that just

is there, maybe broken, maybe heal, perhaps gray or black or white or silver

.. somehow indicate in the right light, whatever light may be wrong with

and overgrown plants from the countryside to fight for the right of the old nature.

A giant glass cube, strive with intermediate and large light boards the

are fireflies of the city have is the center. He is so huge that I can run it without

he ever comes closer to what I am doing, however, finally

I have the glass but even touch my own image and at least mirrored

see greatness in him. It is such a thing as Zen Buddhist calm and

thoughtlessness. to be a symbol of peace and the right of nowhere

and rise to a sky of rising and setting suns, houses

the fixed point is even the most cheesy romantic thoughts and ourselves in everything we

tuen gain a sense can look if we want.

Only you're more important than these dice. You and your views, no matter whether you understand

what I mean when I say ... the reality is to surrender to their wishes

. I stand again in the dust, stretch out my hand, after which the

ride from there, and a single tear of pure silver flows slowly down my cheek

. I'm familiar with - let the traps and also many times already on

is that the dust never fall down again and can defy his rebellious existence.

Did you even once? Have you ever wished he would not it? If

yes .. how can you doubt it?

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