Old times. - 03.05.2009 11:04
You wake up and smoke a cigarette in your bed, not caring about the ashes falling on the blanket. You pretend to write down the stars from heaven. Each single star touches one single person on earth and it might become a better world. Your asthma is taking over, but you could care less and take a dive in the lake. Walking in front of cars and stepping away just in time, just to feel the adrenalina in your veins. Becoming an hypocrite whenever you feel you need to annoy someone and smile when they step in your trap. After all they didn't know you good enough yet. Reading several books in a week and writing down all sentences of matter, so you can steal them whenever you want, to put them in a diary of no matter at all.
I did it all.
Old times.
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