listen closer.

men are like toilets. either shitty or taken. my mom said that. She's right. I dont believe in god, but I believe that its ment to be that I find a dime, that it's ment to be that I meet a long gone friend on a wrong track road. But I dont believe in god. I believe thought that things are ment to be. Like meeting you. for What ever reason, maybe nothing I earn of, and maybe you. I guess someone earns. give and take. comunicate.

I give. too much. and too less. I cant find the balance. thats where I go wrong. maybe my door's closed. maybe I just havent realised.

There arent many people I trust. up here there's one. I wish you were closer, then I .... it's lovely. to listen. to hear. to feel. when the song comes by, with a background that I know of. with a voice, so sweet and clear. simple. and blue. like a butterfly that just got it's wings. I thank you for that.

flushing. I wish. houh...  taken. she said. and she is right.

ha, because I wear two different shoes, I wear letherpants, a serious mask and stumble.

often it isnt about words. about looks. its about a ...rainbow that flyes in your area, about a fucking gaze. and I know. I just know. so simpel and so complicated.

It's 00:17. some say this is a phase. I say it's life.