geistermaske
the texture is a thing that is needed to make you feel. Everything has one and it creates this tickling that you feel when you tuch someone, you love someone, it just is the thing that makes your skin alive.
Bellow the surface lies, what nobody expects. Every beeing has a side that everyone can see and one that is hidden in all shadows of the world. Nothing is clear from the beginning, you have to dig, find, and work for seeing everything that lies bellow.
Lillies are symbols. They stand for death or for inocence. So you could say, they have two faces, the one of new life and the one of an ended beeing, really beautiful.
Thorns stick in my side. This pain lasts just way too long. Years and years , everlasting and never healing.
Like a dessert she dekorated herself. She was too sweet for this cruel world. She didn't fear none, because everyone liked her. But, what a shame a dessert has the purpose to be devoured by one, and that one would be cruel.
Everything repeats itself, day after day after day. Not only the good things but also and mostly the bad things. But it is also magical. If you repeat something you yearn for over and over and over again maybe it will be granted.
I do really think I have good nerves. Pretty elastic surely. So elastic I can throw everything back thats thrown at me.
One brick, another brick, a wall.
A big fat wall deviding my head. I can't break free although a try madly.
I can't find a way to the other side, but I need to go very badly. My life is waiting.
Can't reach....why can't reach...training is hart.
Why do I want to reach a level that high?
Because I want myself to be a better human beeing? Do I?
Everybody seeks it. They do what ever they want. They kill and die for. Just to find themselves happy and to forget just a bit about a pitty life.
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