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PolarisStanding underneath the mighty roof of the railway station, I feel dwarfed, unprotected against the vast emptiness that threatens to overwhelm me. It is a relief, if only a temporary one, when you reappear at the door of the train, having found your seat and put your bags in the luggage rack. You lean against the frame of the door that in a minute will slide shut, dividing us with its sleek, silver, cold metal, giving us only a small window through which I will take a last look at you, distorted as much by the reflection of the old station you are leaving in this epitome of progress as by my utter incomprehension of the loss.Polaris
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by ~iwouldstay
SehnsuchtPlötzlich wird der Himmel dunkel, die ersten Regentropfen fallen auf die Scheibe. Schwer. Klatschend. Träge. Der Himmel öffnet sich, prasselnd fällt das Wasser gegen das Glas.Sehnsucht
Er steht am Fenster. Er sieht hinaus in die plötzliche Dunkelheit, viel sieht er nicht. Das Wasser läuft im Rinnstein die Straße entlang, rauschend, mitreißend, schnell. Davor, auf dem Bürgersteig--
Sie steht im Regen. Trotzig. Sie schaut in den Himmel, die Arme hängen herunter. Die langen Haare, klatschnass, kleben im Nacke
by ~iwouldstay
HeartbeatsThe night was pleasant, the warm air gently touching my face as we walked down the street into town, your friend and the other guy and the two of us, precious seconds in which the world around us disappeared and we were alone on the face of the earth; your smile, my smile. We kept walking, and the world came and went.Heartbeats
Melissa. One night to be confused, one night to speed up truth.
We kept walking, and in between smiles I looked at you walking next to me, unbelievably close while impossibly unfathomable. Your black skirt, the bare legs and feet that flip-flopped along, the red top (red! out of all colours, red), your
by ~iwouldstay
ActuallyActually, I fancied Laura, who sat across the room from me in class, who always wore pink and whose blonde hair magnificently fell in layers across one half of her face so that I was never sure how much of the world she saw from behind the curtain of her feathery, diagonal fringe. Well, I was pretty sure that I wasn’t exactly part of what she saw, except maybe in those moments when I was rewarded with a sneer from her lovely rosy lips and a look down from the one mascaraed eye that hadn’t lost out on uninterrupted vision in the making of her beauty.Actually
You, on the other hand, had always just been a friend, had always been around for
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