Raining night
Monday, Nov. 05, 2007
12:44 a.m.

Sometimes, I just wish that you even read this. But, I know you don't.

It's raining with occasional thundering and sounds of cars driving past along the road down stairs, and here's me with my laptop with my ear phones plugged in. I can't help if I'm feeling this way again.

Sometimes I think this is silly, I'm like speaking to a wall, or even better - a closed sound proof door.

It's like holding sand in my hands. The first grip, was so overwhelming and full, until it slowly slips away, until nothing is left. All that's left in my hands are only the sandy marks of the moments. I don't actually see them anymore, but I can still feel it vividly. It's this tug in the heart, as I mentioned before.

It's like a missing piece in my memory. A picture with vanished figure. Suddenly, wiped off, clean.

I guess I'm over the point of tears, it's just this sour and dry feeling. Nothing can be done on my side, for fear that anything I do would break off this last thin string of contact. It's something I see, but I cannot inch towards it, for the string will not be able to take the stress and give way.

Just a thought. Especially in such a weather.

Tu me manques. Immerhin ist das schon auf keinen Wert mehr. я реально пропускаю вас. Usted nunca sabría.
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