thunder. Clouds of blue and grey. No rain drops. No lightening. What a strange
weather this is. The thunder is rumbling like a hungry lion. Oh such an awkward
comparison. Welche Sprache spreche ich? What language are my thoughts? Ich
weiß nicht, was ich sagen soll. Es macht alles keinen Sinn. Die Worte sind hohl
und pathetisch. Pathetic.
Ob English oder deutsch. Es
ist alles gleich. Don’t read any further if you are waiting for a sense to
appear. There is no hidden meaning. Only bad poetry. Sometimes nothing you can
say, whatever language you choose, makes any difference. Cause words are
limited. So is happiness.
Ist Glück ein nachwachsender Rohstoff? Noch kann man jedenfalls kein Auto damit
betreiben. Worauf will ich hinaus? I have no clue. Hm. Hm ist kein Wort, ich
weiß. Who cares? Maybe that is the problem. Who cares? Who cares about climate changes? Who cares about a girl that thinks about such bullshit all the time? All the fucking time. The clouds are getting darker and darker but still no rain. Der Regen könnte alles wegspülen. Oh, the lightening is approaching. Finally. I wonder if this is the first poem and weather report in one. Hell, I don’t even think it’s a poem. Ist doch auch egal. Was auch immer es ist, keinen wird es jemals interessieren. There was a song. I liked its lyrics but I forgot its title. Typisch. Why can musicians say something with only a bunch of words while I could write a novel of a thousand chapters without the slightest piece of substance? It bothers me. Things bother me. Everything. And nothing.

Keine versteckte Botschaft hier. Maybe I am just

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