Little one - 21.01.2006 2:02

A girl with her knees pulled beneath her chin. Can you hear her heart pounding? There’s nothing she can do, nothing she can say. Her fingers numb, when reaching for the sky, begging for someone who isn’t there. Unreachable heaven.

Just a fool,
lying there,
covered in dirt.

Stop breathing.

What have you done?

There’s no life, no hope, no love, no dreams, not even hate for you here anymore. Did you think it would be alright in the end? Did you hope everything would be okay? What did you do when you found out everything is different? Did you cry, did you scream or did you beg?

There is no place for you in their paradise. But please look around. Don’t you want to stay here? …It’s so much more beautiful, don’t you think?

I am a clown, a master in pretending emotions, but with you I feel no need. It’s weird how things change, how things have become.

Stop breathing?

No way.

Suta

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It’s been a while, isn’t it? Life’s a mess as usual. Now my grandmother has this tumor in her throat I started thinking more about life than usual and I started a new blog. A Dutch blog. For the ones who are interested; http://tumorinmijnhart.wordpress.com I am going to keep this blog though, so don’t you worry. =)

Ganbatte,

Suta