And so I went.
Yeah, I noticed you removed your blog a while (okay: years) ago. I have no idea if you are still in blog-world, or I don’t know if you’re still alive actually. I really hope so, though I hope you’re better than how I ‘knew’ you. Often you crossed my mind. No 36th floor anymore.
I was always hoping it would come back. Still. THough I don’t think so, I’m not even sure if you will ever read this, or if you still remember me, but I never forgot about you.
I’m not sure what I want to reach with this post. I hope that you realize that I appreciated your appearance. That I miss that 36th floor. That often you cheered up my mind, just by replying. I just hope that you know that you didn’t dissapear. Maybe you think you’re a nobody, and you dissapear, but you’re a missed member in blogworld too.
Walking through the storm, when everyone’s inside
and you know that step by step
you’ll get closer to the end
it doesn’t really matter which road you take:
they all lead to the same point.
Can you face the truth?
Can I face the truth?
Step by step, moving on.
Moving on, to the still.
Can you imagine, what it’s like?
When the mind that captures your soul
And your sould captures your mind.
Memories are flashbacks of the future
And tears are the drops of the rain
and steps are the sprints to the finish line,
the complete nothingness,
What else could you do?
An alarm clock, and it’s dark outside.
I hear the wind, and the rain.
A brand new day, a brand new day of misery.
eating breakfast like everything is allright
a shower and the trip to work.
pretending everything is okay
but inside stings
reveal the pain.
and trying to hang on so hard
but the pressure is enormous
and every day, again and again
a brand new day starts.
A brand new day.
Thick glass, but the sky is already dark
nothing can break this
and life is playing on the other side of this invisible screen
but it seperates me, and it seperates them.
There are not taxis on the streets,
nevertheless it seems crowded,
people with hats and umbrellas
finding their way and moving on the pavement
All I do
stand here, observe
because I can’t be
part of this world.