Memories.
Sometimes,
when I`m alone,
I sit down and watch the clouds go by,
like a distant memory,
they seem to me,
and then I wonder why,
the pain still is so real,
and I ask myself,
why do I feel the way I feel ?
Sometimes,
when there`s a chance,
one in a million,
I jump down the edge,
just to climb up again,
and I find myself
smashed on the floor,
everything was right,
but one thing,
again I find out,
it`s so hard to fly,
with broken wings ..
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Yasitas 25/01/2008 21:03
das Bild finde ich richtig gut :) !! Richtig gut gemacht..find ich schön ;) ich schau hier auch mal öfters vorbei und nehm dich mal als Freund auf :p
°J E N S 04/09/2007 16:10
begeistert.Die Stimmung,
Die Arbeit,
Die Leidenschaft,
Irgendwo in einem dunkeln, feuchten Kellergewölbe...