I don’t believe in soulmates, but if I did… she got
mine.
°There is freedom within, there is
freedom without
Try to catch the deluge in a paper cup
There's a battle ahead, many battles are lost
But you'll never see the end of the road
While you're traveling with me°
Try to catch the deluge in a paper cup
There's a battle ahead, many battles are lost
But you'll never see the end of the road
While you're traveling with me°
….
It’s funny how love works sometimes. Sometimes you can
do everything right, you say the right words, you do the right moves, you take
the right amount of time and you give enough space and in the end the chances
of being left empty-hearted are just as high as if you were shouting all the
wrong things, created all unnecessary drama, took too much time and not enough
space.
That means there are no right or wrong times, right or
wrong people, not even being “at a right time at a right place” nonsense, because
in the end, one can still get blindsided by the decision you have no impact on,
but which can destroy one.
….
I have made so many mistakes, but losing me was yours.
And I still do not understand it, maybe never fully will, but I am also not
completely convinced you understand it either. Maybe that is why it is hard letting go.
I hope she will make you happy.
….
One more weekend full of doing so much, it is tiring.
It’s not so bad really, many stories have been told, new connections have been
made, levels have been switched and lives have been changed, fingers crossed, for
better.
Still, after turning off my computer and closing my
curtains and eyes, for a very long time I could not fall asleep, thinking.
Why did you do what you did? Was is a mistake or was
it the real you? What do I do with this now? So many questions.. And none of
them in a foreign language.
….
Did you know that I never just kiss?
°Now I'm walking again to the beat of a drum
And I'm counting the steps to the door of your heart
Only shadows ahead barely clearing the roof
Get to know the feeling of liberation and release°
And I'm counting the steps to the door of your heart
Only shadows ahead barely clearing the roof
Get to know the feeling of liberation and release°
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