just beautifull...

Such beauty in their shape
The proud stacks of hay
I never change my heart
And never do they...
Such innocence you see
The pure stacks of hay
I never change my soul
But do they?...
I never change my mind
They never change their's
Because they're always the same
Amaising stacks of hay...

(to kurt)

surrender?

I always assumed that the scars are on the inside... that no one sees them. I guess i was wrong. It would be so strange that someone would stop you some day on the street and ask you: "why are you hurting?" And what would you answer? I am not hurting. I was hurting. It's just the pain, that never leaves me, that keeps eating my soul, that keeps feeding me sadness, giving me pain, leaving me hopeless... Yes. I would certainly say that. And that person would look at me, smile, slowly turn around and while he is turning, i would see... his marks.
I would suddently hear myself shouting.... You have the scars too... and you are so full of life and hopes... how?
Guess he would say: "I never lost faith, hope, never surrendered" he will turn around and just leave... you will never see him again.
I always assumed wrong. I know that now. Keep your scars on the outside so that they dissapear.