#becaue

„Far away“, you say, „It’s great to be far away now. -  The sea lies behind us, the storm, the winter“ – „Yes“, I want to answer. Because I still taste snowflakes on my lips. The storm is called  school. 8 years. 8, a number so close to infinity. You just have to turn the number and you are lost. II. „We´re not longer in Kindergarten. Numbers are sharp objects. Facts, reminding aus, we´re grown-ups. We cut ourselves on dollar bills. We wish to be back in at time, when money looked like money and not like sheets on monopoly. We wish we don´t have to think about it. III. „Far away“, you say, „It´s great to be far away now.“ This far-away, our conservation turns to different oceans, we speak about, how it is, this far-away.  You tell me about the opposite to loneliness, the adresses, thrown into your face. About your experiences, too colorful, too loud, too great to be real. About  beats, reverbating in your veins, about sleepless nights, because there were more important things to do. Were you caged, without even knowing?, I ask myself, have you finally ´danced beyound your shadow´? I tell you about narrow streets and twisted libraries. About people, who look for different galaxies, of warm-heartedness and silent understanding. About the „a place, where you belong“-kind of feeling, about fluffy blankets and fireplaces. About a mind, that finally feels like infinity. A thousand questions, millions of things, I don´t know, trying to scare me away. They can´t. 

IV. „We´re different people now“, you tell me. Again I have to nod. We were created, not just once. We have reinvinted ourselves, completely new and on the same time just a bit. Your hair has still the same shade of honey. You´re eyes are grinning when your smile is real. I still can´t walk in heels and my sarcasm is as black as the clothes I wear. . V. We´re older now, a little wiser and braver. We´re living floatsam and jetsam. We know thoughts can kill and feelings can hurt. We´re first aid experts. Our blood turned to ink and glitter. VII. „We´re different people now“, you say, in this place, which is far away. It isn´t THAT far away. But we believe it, because there´s different air in our lungs and our hearts aren´t frozen anymore. Actually you´re just a little move away. Some letters and nine numbers, just to hear you´re voice.

VIII. I still wear the bracelet, you know? The fourth or fifht. We know each other for a long time. These cheap things didn´t survive that long. Our friendship did. We did. I don´t take it for granted.

(but being fr what the hell happened to your pinned)

don't worry chat, i'm not that depressed.