until vs it's over

songs in my head

things that's been said

ways I did you wrong

selfishness vs moving on

emptiness vs holding on

moving forward vs staying true

me being me vs you being you

this hate me hold me  is killing us slowly

and the easy way out is not in our hands

we keep spinning around, not making sense

I guess the reason why love in us survives

is precisely because it isn't wise

digital love.

You remind me of music

my mind's spinning around being exclusive

you are trippin me out, boy no doubt

The nature of this thing is yet to be defined

'cause it's beauty sleeps between the lines

wakey wakey rise and shine

in the meantime, I get high on the beauty of your mind.

Somewhere 'tween overdose and detox

you make me wanna flood your inbox

with picturesof my naked self

labeled with the titles from my mind's shelf

no shame in my game

as long as I am falling asleep, thinking your name

I knooooow it's ridic, but this thing I can't fight.

Believe me. I've tried

you know that I am addicted to you, right?

A medley of strangeness and intimacy

feat. digital sensuality

is playing on my mind. Repeatedly.

It borders on felony to make this become reality

but  I'm thinking: actually,

if a probable illusion causes that much confusion

and also seems to form a band

too strong to be broken without hands

....ah well whatever whatever whatever

gooood,  girl just get it together!

All I really wanted to say

is that I've been touched in an incomparable way.

You inspire me.

Can someone please just keep an eye on me ?

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“What is the first best thing?”
“Everybody knows that. The best thing in the world is power.”
“Oh, is it?” I asked, laughing. “What about sex?”
“No. Apart from the biology, sex is all about power. That’s why it’s such a rush.”
I laughed again.
“And what about love ? A lot of people say that love is the best thing in the world, not power.”
“They’re wrong,” she said with terse finality.” Love is the opposite of power. That’s why we
fear it so much.”



Gregory David Roberds, Shantaram 


This life is screaming now or never and freedom and experience,*la vie rapide, while the soul
is crying for that depth that the hearts are trying to escape from. We are looking for ourselves,
finding, trying, keep searching. Afraid to commit to anything or anyone, afraid of giving
something up. It's so ironic, that we are still looking for the same thing. That thing that
makes it all complete, but looking for it inside of us, instead of trying to find it in another
person. So where does that leave us children of the city, where the only constant is change?


To be honest, I have no idea. I am just thinking about love, as usual, you know me. Life and love.

Life or love? Love after life or life after love? How can two letters make such an incompatible
difference? Living for love might be an option for some people and the rest of us.....maybe
we are striving for independence in it's purest form, or we are all just becoming pussies.

Well, at least one thing is for sure. Forever is painful. But at least it's forever.

My new forever in the making.

yoda of love.

no matter what one does.

who one sees.

what one feels. Or doesn't feel. 

where one is.

without expectations.

not wanting. 

not needing.

not trying.

just loving.

that's what they call unconditionally. I guess.

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4 letter word.

ich gruesse alle die ich kenne