When I look out of the window I can see the treetops poured with warm summer evening sun. The sky is babyblue. Little white clouds which look like steamy wild horses galopping through a river slowly float above the fresh green grass.
Where am I? What the hell is going on?
My bare feet touch the wooden floor. There's sand under the cold gray TV.
And I don't feel my body at all. It's not me who is sitting here. And now I know.
I know that I am not meant to be here. I did not get the point of this all. It may be a test, like those I take at driving school. Put a "+" if the sentence is correct and "-" if it's not.
Love is your religion +
Let me pack my things.
What would I put into the suitcase?
Absolutely nothing.
I'd stand naked on the gate. I'd close my eyes. I'd fly.
I'd fly...
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look at me and smile through tears
Sunday, 27 July 2008
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