A new feeling to write about...

And I had never felt that way ever after.

My voice faded away before I had to hang up the phone... I needed to sigh in order to regain after it a bit of air in order to say goodbye... And it hurted. It hurted not as hell but maybe as shit.

I had never, EVER before let a tear fall because of something like this. Obviously five or six of those full of dark- mist droplets are out of question.

And I know; I knew, that it could happen just the way it happened. Even now I know I can handle it well (at least I guess I will be ok).

Is just that I thought that maybe lots of love, a sunflower and an egg-shaped chocolate called as "children" traduce to german, total naiveness (if it may be called like that) and a kiss would help her see that I could be the one to understand her crazy way of living; which I realize by this time I loved so much, and that nevermind what happened I´d be there.

I feel lame...

And it sucks. (Still now I get why people sometimes crash completely into the ground. Awful is when it happens because "It isn´t u but her..."


Maybe this is the hardest thing I´ve ever written in this place.

Maybe she just wasn´t my brand of heroine at all...

And the image maybe explains more what´s been happening since all this things started...

I´m not still Tin Woodman... since he had no heart at all...

The stone-made one maybe isn´t that bad...

P.R.