Your whisper is fast and silent. Those are newsreaders.
My world has fallen down from an impossible height.
It was even higher than your beloved sky. You made me fly and someone other told me to land immediately. I did it - knew that would be better for you. But I kept the dream to fly with you. Together. Kept it, hiding from those who could harm it, protecting from insincere words and perceptions, did everything the dream could need to survive until I find the way.
I found it. As it's said, the one who is searching will definitely find. I did it! But the door was already closed. You let me know my dreams are nothing in your reality. And I had to accept - you once said I'm strong. I also think I'm a strong boy.
You once told me you like to dream. And I wondered (inside, of course) if we've ever had same dreams at the same time. Still don't know the answer and, I guess I'll never know. The only thing I'm sure in is that if I ask that question now - from now up (down?) to infinity - the answer will be "no".
Are you still able to dream? Are you still able to fly in thoughts?
Will I ever see you (?) - I don't dare to think of that. Money - somewhere, time - probably this summer (I'm more for choosing work without vacation than bothering you, but, as you know, I'm insane), aim - ... YOU. Seeing and catching your thoughts. Sending some of mine in case you're ready to receive. Or watching you resist them.
No more inspiration for photos and written pieces. To be honest, I wrote or took pics after each of our talks. The MySpace userpic - summer night conversation, the architecture article - no comments ^^, my author's column - ideas of our discussions as well, images from written pieces - you are in some of them, a great part of you.
Even stupid kids know it is impossible and harmful to write in the darkness. I feel it. No light of my world. I've fallen, it has disappeared. Getting blind but continuing doing what I should do without seeing the direction and result. And...distance. In fact I've never felt it.
Going to sleep without the usual gn8...
Schlaf schön.
