Funny how happy it made me to read it, you know sometimes when this feeling overwhelms me I am not sure who I am missing, and most of the time it’s your face. Maybe it’s strange but all the time I looked at your pictures far more often then on… well you know. Maybe that’s why your face is far more familiar to me.
The two big events of the year happen on one weekend this year and I still can find no joy in it, maybe when I’m there. At the moment this feeling of hiding myself somewhere is bigger then everything.
I read your old thoughts the other day, and suddenly I felt so much older, such a long way and I wonder if you still strangle with your tears. Maybe you cry them now and maybe that’s why I don’t have enough anymore lying there with that hot dry feeling in my eyes.
PS: And you’re right (as usual) I still haven’t found a way out of here, but I’m getting more and more used to it.
