I do like beeing single. I think when you can come to the point, where you accept beeing by yourself, you've gotten as far as you can get. Now, exact, you proably dont understand what the fuck my problem is... and I am sorry it's so hard to understand. Not for me at least anymore.. I got it. I think I get more and more what life's all about. It's love, indeed. But it's also love to oneself. Love to what you do, where you are and love to you're life. If you aint got a life, then you cant share it with anyone. I guess what I am trying to say is that... you have to find yourself before you can find your soulmate. soulmate. soulmate. is there such thing? yes. I do believe so. sometimes I think I have met my soulmate already, but then again I couldnt have. but who knows. maybe it is you. maybe it is you. maybe it is you. so close, yet so far away. a friend recently said that.

and maybe its not.

something's allways wrong. in yourself. in love. in life. I dont want perfection, though a perfect body with perfect paint. I want whats pure and whats strong. I dont want perfection. ask me again. ask me again. ask me again. what is perfection?

when I get closer, to myself and to my home, I get further. I like beeing here, and I like this state of no worries. about you. about someone. there's me and my life. there is a goal, and there's a line. I follow it, and dont want to get disturbed. and sometimes... sometimes I like beeing disturbed, beeing robed of my silence and taken to another place. wondering to the moon and traveling the earth. flying on the dipper and talking to ghosts. there's no perfection. never.

it cant be. it cant be. it cant be.

good nigtht soldiers, good night freaks.  I talk to you in the morn'.