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Monday, July 29, 2019

diary note

giving all i wanted all, i gave my hand
and longed for the same.
i didn‘t want one thing, not at all, i wished for all-
and now as so often before -even after the ‚end‘ - all is
distorted in incredible ugliness. i didn‘t know
how to stop it . this i did badly- hurtful- but it was
necessary to stop, for me. and obviously better so.
still sad.

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