It is a small wonder and a big surprise,
After old nightmares to see a new sunrise.

I am writing, you are not reading,
It somehow seems very fitting
For my book and our love.

My rainy thoughts
Are trickling down,
They are tickling me
And making wet my town.

Having said this,
Having done that,
Let me just go mad.

I think about you,
I try to be with you,
At times I am like you,
Where are you?

I am looking at you,
You are looking an me,
Till a tender lookdown.

So, now you think. How does it feel?

It still seems difficult and it still is impossible.

There's no soft option of trying hard.

There's too much of reality. Here, take mine.

Stars are beautiful, people are... well, people are there, too.

Certain things and even words exist only to drive me crazy.

This sacred power to get out of bed in the morning... If only I had it.

Sometimes I dream that I can sleep.

To live happily and forever is somehow tempting.

I woke up, opened my eyes and did a factchecking. The only thing after this was to close my eyes and to go back to sleep.