And I’m lying here. And you don’t look at me. You haven’t looked at me for a long time, and you started thinking, that I’m a part of the inventory. Just a part of it, but totally senseless.
And I open my eyes. And you’re breathing. We share looks, but but I stare into space. Everything in you is untenanted. And while I look in your eyes, you sucking me out, slowly. I feel it. I feel. But I’m feeling untenanted too.
And I stand up. And you’re pushing me back. With such a power. You hit my shoulder. You don’t care. You don’t care at all.
And I’m looking around. You’re looing to me. In this snowfall. You and Me. Both. A unity inside of this chaos. You aren’t a part of me anymore. I am. And I feel the cold snow upon my shoulders.
And I leave my room. You stay. I lock the door. Lose the key. You keep unlocked. And although I’m happy, that I’m able to go, I know that I’ve to come back.
And I’m sitting in the train. You are on the other side. You don’t speak to me, and I’m listening to music. Or I read. Or I write. I only try to think on something different. But my thoughts stay at this one person.
And I start working. You’re everywhere. When I’m surfing through the internet or when I keep watching my e-mailbox. So many memories. Saved mails. Guestbook entrys. Blogs, videos. Pictures. Damn. You’re everything.
And I’m looking forward to go to bed. And you are with me. I normally start writing. Acting professionally. With a book. Or a notebook. And the words come into my mind. Words build in my head. You too.
And I try to turn off the light. But you stop me. It’s too early. The thoughts haven’t come to an end. And I write again. At the end of my words, there comes a point.
And I leave this world. And close my eyes. And you’re breathing in my ears and you are touching me at my neck. It’s cold. I’m trembling.
And I’m lying here. In this great house. You are probably sleeping. In your appartement. Maybe you haven’t thought of me for a long time. As I do. I haven’t thought of me for a long time too.
And you ask me, why I don’t get you out of my head. And I ask you: How? How shall I do this? How? You are everywhere.
