You`ve made up your own truth. You`ve painted the past in black-and-white, and you drew me in black. I do not know how I ended up that way. You never told me what I did wrong
Waiting. How big a part of your life goes into waiting. Wasting your time on the time in between times… when all comes to a standstill and you just wait for time to begin again. Time without substance. Could you not fill that lost time with something else?
do you take it all more seriously?
I’ve tried to ask you this in some daydreams that I’ve had
But you’re always busy being make-believe
We’re not having a dialogue. I’ve been giving a monologue – and it’s wearing me out…
Solitude. It’s just a sophisticated way of saying lonely. It doesn’t make it any easier to bear.
In the shadow of mortality – everything else seems pretty insignificant
It’s only life. You’re supposed to be able to handle life…