Babylon.

There are moments in life where I think: "How did it come to this?" Things happened, I didn't want them to happen. I lost, I found, I loved, I hated, I lost, I felt, I cried, I laughed.. I lived. I lived? Really? Am I searching for the real life? Did I found it? Sometimes I don't know how to explain some situations in life. Is it wrong? Can you say, that there's something wrong in life? Is it planed? Is it a game? Is it just an illusion? A dream? No, it's real. But do I know what it means to love, to live, to help, to hope? Are there any ways to find it out? Does it need some more time? Will I learn to live another way? Questions over questions running through my mind, am I too insecured? I have to look forwards. But I love these little moments of evoking the old times. Maybe I should let them fall, but I can't. I don't want them to disappear. Missing someone or something hits sometimes the hardest. We have to look forwards, it will be the best. I know that I won't do it the whole time..
... and I hope, that that's okay. That it is good like it is.

Honey