Can you cry about every thing you don't like?
Seeing things you never saw... made that you cry?
Did you ever thought about that? I did.
Maybe there is some reason for it.
Can you hear me whispering?
You can, if you just listen to your heart.
Even if you think with your mind.
You will think of me.
Did you saw me in your dreams?
Or was it real.....?
Can you explain that?
What?
The feeling of this.
Tell me what this is, because I don't know.
I asked my self why?
Didn't had a clue.
Just knowing that you don't know.
Makes me think.
Why do I do that to myself?
Making my live sad, like this.
I looked for answers .
Books....books discripe it as a intense feeling inside.
Humans are lead by it.
Will that say that we depent on it?
artist call it love....
scientists call it passion....
paranormals call it the spirit....
How do I call it?
Live.....?
May we live our lives?
Can we?
I do hope so....
found this in some kind of loft room...
I wrote it myself ...
from precise 31-12-1999
special date I think .....
vrijdag 26 december 2008
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