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i had to use translator to found out what pins are.. but now i know. they are useful, so useful in fact that i wash i could use them to pin something important together. like our love for example. but love can’t be pinned up, can it?

Posted By katja On 04.10.2012 @ 10:07 am

capturing him by the resonating light was my favourite thing to do. back then when we knew love, when we sensed it, when we knew how to live…

Posted By katja On 03.28.2012 @ 12:33 pm

his exquisite taste for things made me believe he was from different planet. everybody loved him. when i walked next to him they smiled at me and wondered, how come somebody so ordinary be able to hold his hand. after all i wasn’t like him, not a bit like him to be honest. i was plain and boring and he was just exquisite.

Posted By katja On 03.25.2012 @ 6:59 am

he was so exquisite. like an angel, but in a better way that you can ever imagine. his lips were soft and his eyes, oh, his eyes.. so beautiful. like an entire ocean will sink into them. i admired him.

Posted By katja On 03.25.2012 @ 6:53 am

Ants are crawling over the surface of my desk. there are more and more and more of them following. It’s an ant river right in front of me. All I can do is stare at them, how their little legs move without a break, how they line up in order, how nothing seems to distract them from their way.

Posted By Katja On 02.17.2012 @ 5:31 am

the clue was hidden in the conversation but her mind was dazed and she douldn´t find it, not toda, not really focused, present. She grasped for logic and reason, for fantastic explanations, but nothing seemed to fit the bill. what was the solution to the cryptic.

Posted By Katja On 02.14.2012 @ 12:40 pm

world trade center comes to my mind. trade also as a better way to live and finance your life – instead of using money, start trading again. we all use what we have and might trade worries and envy for more happiness…

Posted By katja On 09.13.2011 @ 3:45 am

he had taken her books. he had thrown them on the street. turned to her and stared. then left. nothing else said. no goodbye, not even an insult. just the mean intention of silence.

Posted By Katja On 07.10.2011 @ 2:22 pm

The train is a machine that transports people and objects. One can go on an interrail, which is to travel (mostly in europe) solely by train. I intend to go on such a trip once I get older.

Posted By Katja On 06.15.2011 @ 11:24 am

I remember my father’s funeral. The priest was so full of shit, I had to laugh. Luckily I was hidden by one of the huge wreaths. My grandma patted me from behind, sure I was choking with grief. A simple silk dress and powerful perfume – they still smell to me of fake strength, an armor, a fake promise

Posted By katja On 06.12.2011 @ 7:36 am

everyone wants to belong somewhere. I’ve heard that. Our entire purpose in life, our entire search is for belonging. We want to belong to groups, religions, families, whatever. Our quest for belonging is what makes us human. When we belong somewhere, all is right with the world.

Posted By katja On 12.14.2008 @ 9:12 pm

I can’t resist so many things. I don;t know if I should resist.

Posted By Katja On 09.19.2009 @ 3:23 pm

there once was a girl who was walking down a sidewalk. She ran into a cute little puppy and decided to take it home. She got the puppy to her house and named her Sidewalk love. She never had a better friend than what she found in that cute little dog. They lived happily ever after.

Posted By Katja On 12.12.2008 @ 8:11 am

eww gross. the first thing i thought of was like… gear and ewwww. curse u nasty perverted thoughts. then i started thinking about sports and bicycling in particular. idk why… lolzzz… ummmm so yay for gear. it made me think of like, the whole gloves, neepads, etc. and ya. i also thought of like, rock climbing gear…. so yay.

Posted By katja On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am