Im growing,
growing in the forest in my mind
its suffering, suffering indeed
though I never stop,
never give up to grow
I see myself the reflecting in the others,
the reflecting mirror
bleed as I bleed,
smile as I smile
I've got my letter back wchich I wrote to Franziska last christmas.
Wrong address.
She's back to Sweden in 4 weeks to finish her study.
We are on our way. She do her tasks, so do I.
I just cross fingers to our future have clear sky.
I really wanna back to see you
the more you accept me,
the more I afraid of the end of relashionship
so I end up breaking it myself
I would want forever without ending,
without ending never makes thing ever
I need to learn distinction between love and ego
the sense of love not comes from ego
how much I told I love you,
it never reach the truth
love is ghost
myself is crap
