hunting-shadows

I know you. I hope I do – I somehow have to, because we touch and kiss and smile at each other and we sleep while we hug tightly. I love you. Do you know that I really, really love you? Do you know why I'm writing this text in English? 'Cause I don't. I'm from Switzerland, I'm 21 years old, and my English is much better than my French, but a lot worse than my German, obviously. Still I'm sitting in front of my computer, staring at the words I write, searching for the right ones in a language which is not the one I speak. I guess it is because I couldn't put all my thoughts in a language I use every day, because my thoughts on you a

8th of July 2018 Friday 8:27 am "I'm going to put you in a box and refuse to feed you until you love me." "You- What?!" "You've heard me." "... That's exactly the reason why I'm never – ever! - going to love you! You always say these creepy things!" "That's the reason? It's the creepy things I say? Not this whole world domination-thingy? Or the zombie invasion? By the way, that was an accident. Really." "It's everything! It all sums up, and that's when everyone sees how fanatic and weird you are! You're a lunatic!" "That's a matter of definition." "You said it before! You wanted to obtain world domination!" "And I did." "Oh,

White. Then. It was hot. Delete. Then. It was one of these never ending summers and Robert was Delete. Then. Chapter 1 Delete. Then. Why the hell is it so hard for me to find a first sentence? Delete. Then. He fell. Hesitate. Delete. Then. The day the writer began to hate his work started, just like any other day, with a cup of coffee and ended up with aforesaid writer throwing his fucking computer out of the window. Grin. Sigh. Delete. Then. All alliterations are … Jeremy, that doesn't make any sense. Delete. Then. o8irwu Hesitate again. Then. o8irwu, that's what happens when you hit the keyboard with your

"Good morning Dr. Greenman. I'm... I really appreciate the last-minute date." "Good morning, Miss Littleton. … You seem to be a little dejected." "I feel very dejected, yes. It's … it's this girl, you know. We... I've met someone." "I see." "..." "Where did you meet?" "We met in a train – you know I've travelled to London five weeks ago and spent two weeks overseas. It was beautiful – I really enjoyed the whole tourist attractions and I fell in love with fish and chips there. My hotel was a mess, by the way, but it was okay though since I only spent the nights there, right?" "Miss Littleton." "... Yeah. The girl."

"I'm sorry for being wrong." "Excuse me?" "I'm wrong. And I feel sorry about that." "I've heard you. But I don't understand. You're not wrong." "I am. I'm too quiet and too rude and I'm … I'm wrong. Can't you see that?" "No. You're not wrong." "I'm not the right person for you." "Really. When did you decide that? Don't just shrug your shoulders. That's ridiculous. I'm old enough to decide such things by myself." "You deserve better than me." "I don't." "You do." "I don't want somebody else. I want you." "Why?" "Because you're the most beautiful person I've ever met. Because you make me laugh. Because you make me love. Becaus

"What the fucking hell is that?" "Looks like a zombie, darling." "Stop calling me darling. And what do you mean, looks like a zombie?!" "Well. It looks like a zombie. You know the films, right? 'Dawn of the Dead' and so on." "Of course I know 'Dawn of the Dead'! I've seen it, like, I don't know, twenty times! But … zombies don't even exist!" "And still one of them walks around in your garden." "That's the point! Goddamn!" "Stop yelling at me, darling. What do you mean?" "WHY the HELL is a fucking ZOMBIE walking around in my GARDEN?!" "I don't know. Maybe it's enjoying your lovely roses?" "Do you think that's funny?!" "Well ...

The music of my life was composed upon the silver chains by which I bound myself to everyone and everything in my life. I've always done that, though I always knew it wasn't the best thing to do. But that's not really the point. It wasn't a problem until my 25th birthday. The day I got 25 I've bound myself to so much persons and things I couldn't even move freely. Still I didn't think being somehow caged was so bad. It gave me … you know … security. And that's what every person is searching in the end, isn't it? Everyone wants to feel save. Everyone but you. And that was when being bound started appearing like a problem. My birth

This strange thing between us two strange people: it's not about letters about lyrics or things or about what we say at all it's not about distance about being with you or about what we think we are This strange thing it is just about that You take me back to where I belong