like two leaves in the wind sailing
we down
collided for a moment
Our trajectories
But what does this mean?
Or was it just coincidence that we are
now where we are
We should stop progress
And moderate
For as this can have no future.
When we reach the bottom,
Will we meet again.I feel a tremendous pleasure out of writing something. Although it might not, but I do have the feeling in this area I would be safer. Safer than dealing with real people and life. How it rhymes. No, really. I'm already getting tired of me constantly deal with any people. Each of them lives in his own little world, is actually only up to a certain extent transparent, and a mystery in itself. How easy it is then to sit down and write something. Mentally express no immediate response by any tense face that you indeed can be interpreted anyway. Maybe I see simply the wrong people, or I'm crazy to be on. People are indeed a topic that does not exhaust itself. It must be so surrounded with them. Sometimes I would like to be alone. Alone somewhere where there is no one else. Just now I'm alone, and of course I enjoy that fact. So much easier. But only a very few understand. The fact most are dependent on others. Completely unnecessary if you ask me.
