The trick is to find something.
That is both... worth living and dying for.
This way you can’t possibly lose.

Why I bothered, even at all, is because they had said with smiles that my future was in my hands. I didn’t understand their smiles. I desperately hoped, that it wasn’t, that it would be too big to fit there.

Empty words… Light enough to float far above one’s head.

I watch these words.
Some, the lighter ones, soar. Others drift.

All are meaningless, touching no one.

Always, eventually I forget they are there… accidentally crush them in my palms… for these words are fragile, are made after all, with just the ghost of substance.  

These words, I once despised. Oh, how I despised!
These words, *once upon a time.

He was the cause.
Not what it was.
The love was much too sweet.  
For a person to compete.