green eyes mirrored through a window that hasn´t been furbished for years. frames that limit the view.switching off all emotions to provide complete emptieness.

i´ve never been that empty. i never flet anything that was strong enough to nerase all of my memories of that that was there before it came. i´m confused and i am scared. at least a bit.

a smashed recordplayer in the corner of the room. property of the radiohead corporation. soldiers marching on the TV screen.

screams.

close the door.

silence.

i wrote it in a way that nobody will ever understand it.

other than you and me.

i lit some candles with a hundred dollar note.

i smiled and thought that money stinks.

i wrote down all my problems.

it reads like a poem.

it has a climax.

it´s beautiful.

i think you would understand it if i read it to you.

or maybe you wouldn´t.

but i should try it.

i think i had a bad dream.

i smoke too much.

it´s incredible. it´s like two to three packs a day.

anyways.

i read, smoke, play the guitar, smoke, talk to people. smoke, drink lot´s of beer and smoke some more.

i´ll move out in two month.

right now i live with my mum.

our relationship must have changed a lot.

i can pretty much do whatever i feel like and it´s fine with her.

i found my old nokia-simpsons-cell phone yesterday.

amazing feeling.

so many memories.

i lost it like ten times and it always came back to me.

yeah sounds pretty boring doesn´t it.

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