Flock of birds flies high,

                 Seems like flowery pollen

                                   carried by the wind.

Over there I see
what seems to be
a little mushroom.
Or is it?

It's not very big
and it's not very special,
actually a little plain.
Right?

Wait, what is that?
That looks like a door,
and is that a shed?
What's this?

That there must be
some kind of hinge,
wonder what it's for?
Can I open it?

This special mushroom,
it even has a chimney
and a set of stairs.
Oh how sweet!

There is some
tiny furniture
and a tiny clock.
Where'd you get this?

Inside there are
two grey mice,
A tiny baby and a mom.
They're very cute!

Now, let's close this
special mushroom home
and leave the mice in peace.
*It's a lovely ornament.

Lying awake half the night because of a terrible itch.

I've been wandering this world.
Wandering around, in my thoughts,
going anywhere I wanted.

Then I met you, my friend,
and you taught my anything,
anything that came into your mind:

Like teaching how to love life
and how to appreciate it.
How to go on when life seems bad.

Then you told me about love,
about being in love, loving someone
and the difference between.

I asked how you knew this difference
and you answered that anyone could know.
That one only has to get to know people
to find out what it is.

Yet I still don't know what you meant.
Not exactly, anyway.
I understand a tiny bit, but not all.
Just because I'm too afraid
to try and get to know people...

After love, friendship was the subject.
According to your words,
a true friend will always stay by your side.

That made me start to wonder
if that could be the reason that you never,
never recoiled from my frozen heart.
The reason you started teaching me.

But as I get to know you, more and more,
I am starting to believe
that I found the difference,
this difference between loving
and being in love.

I found out that my heart...
That it's not as frozen as it once was.
I think that's because of you;
you and you teaching me about life.

I've loved you, like I would love a sibling.
And you kept going on with teaching,
with being my teacher,
and that opened my eyes and heart.

Now I definitely know the difference,
this difference you told me about.
I know I loved you as family, a close friend,
and now I know
that I'm in love with you.

Even though you share your name with many,
to me you will always be the only one.
Even though you mightn't think yourself special,
you will always be the only one I want.
And when you say you don't deserve me,
I'll tell you again how much I love you.
Even though you never say it back,
I do know how much you care.
Even though people don't expect our us to last,
we'll surely make it through.
Even though you may not believe me,
I will always hold on to you.
Even though we're contradicting,
you and me were made to be.

Do you hate having a headache?
Why don’t you try a heartache?
Pain in the head’s nothing,
not in comparison with pain in the heart.

One can’t take an aspirin to **** the pain,
it’s useless to wait till it’s over,
and it’s hard to learn to live with it.

Please stop complaining about your headache.
I would love to have it, you know,
but only if you’d take my pain.

For someone affected me with heartache
and this is not very nice to experience.
’cause it has my attention locked on it;

I seem not to be able,
to concentrate on something else.
My concentration span has never been so large.

Or so small,
as the concentration always returns to my heart...
with everything I do, no matter what.

I can’t comprehend why you complain,
complain about this headache of yours.
Maybe it’s logical; you never had pain in your heart
and thus you have naught to compare the pain..

I should be happy for you, that you don’t.
And I’ll try to be, yet I don’t know if it’ll work.
There’s a higher chance, that I’ll envy you,
just because you don’t know what this pain is…

And please try to keep it that way.
Nobody would want this pain.
Everyone who has it, wishes it away.
’cause they can’t handle it,
and they know no one else can ..

There's a silence within me.
No words are able to form,
no feelings can be expressed,
as if my head and heart are empty.
Empty of everything sensible
and empty of anything logical.
It's like I'm searching for
the reasonable side of life.

No noise comes from my spirit,
it finds no reason to make any.
The feelings are being pressed away,
thoughts are found useless
and thrown away.

Gone is the sensible,
gone is the logical
and on goes the search
for the reasonable.

You don't know who I am,
still you treat me as a lamb.
I'm not as helpless as I look,
I know how to cook!

You don't even know me,
or what you think you see.
I'm not as hopeless as you think,
I can clean my own sink!

You don't know how I live my life
and I ain't gonna be your wife.
You're going to be *******
if you don't prepare your own food.

You don't know how to treat me anymore,
as if you knew how to, before...
And now you got to feed yourself,
because I'm not doing it for you.

Summer
garden work:
connecting with Earth.
Time for a break,
sweaty.

Pulled out of bed at 5am
to eat something filling.

His tender voice
caresses my ears.
A lullaby for me.

There's a numb feeling
pushing out all my thoughts.
It almost makes me believe
that I'm not smart.
Because smart people think
all the time, right?

Heavy limbs block the way
to working and having fun.
I try my hardest, to no avail.
I must not be smart.
Because smart people know
how to let their body work.

My lids feel heavy
and I try to fight
them closing in on me.
But that's not smart.
Because smart people,
they go to sleep
when they are tired.

Shadowy figures swarming
in front of my eyes.
Different shades of color
dancing around each other,
it's distracting me.
I cannot concentrate
because it's all so vague,
so weird.
Shadows all around me.
Where is the light?
Light of the sun and
light of the moon.
If only I could see it,
instead of all this vagueness
and all this darkness
closing in on me.
It will never set me free.
No, it's starting to capture me.
I'll end in total darkness.
I'm going to die without sight.

Clothes are streaked with colors,
colors found on every wall.

Some of the colors ended up
in my hair, on my face
or somewhere else on my body.

But also on the walls,
where they belong.

Each color got two walls,
neatly done along the edges.
Or rather,
as neatly as it possible
by human hand.

An iron skeleton
of construction.
Machinery rebuilds
the city.

Buildings rise
from the ground,
they seem to appear
out of nowhere.

Every day,
the workers go home
with satisfaction.

An ache in my chest
tells me that this is real.
The tears on my cheeks
show what I feel.

Somehow it seems
this pain will never end.
I'd never thought
I would lose a friend.

You were here with me
for fourteen amazing years.
I will remember you always,
with smiles and with tears.

Smiles for the fun we shared,
and tears because I miss you.
It's never gonna be the same.

The shining of the sun
makes me feel like I've won
the world's contest of
being the happiest person alive.

Of course you help with it too.
I can't be happy without you.
You make me feel joyful,
you make me feel good,
you make me feel like I'm worth it.

Together with you I can take on the world
without failing or losing.

I am your girl and always will be.

Being away from you...
It didn't change the way I feel.

And, my feelings,
they won't change
till I see you again.

They won't change.
They'll only grow.
They are growing,
growing stronger.

White, cold,
wet and crispy.
For skiing
and making snowmen.

Both are an eyewitness,
both are a crush,
not knowing one likes the other,
thus both wandering off.