Sleep running through my veins!

Here I am again...sleepless in DTM Airport. To be honest being bored to death wasn't my initial plan for ending this life, but let's say I have to settle with it for now! 6 o'clock in the morning and the second sleepless night in a row. I wonder what Carrie Bradshaw would do in my place, probably the same thing, writing as the only solution for total boredom, or blogging how we like to call it in our way too advanced 21 technological century.
Today I've been sad, yesterday too...it is really not nice to see people go, it is even worse when they suddenly became your friends after just a few months spent together. One might say (or already did)...I am incurable, I get emotionally attached to people against my will, and this might sound cheesy or might make me look bad, but to be honest some of them will be there in the back of my mind for a life time. I had one of my best months with all of you and times not easy to forget. But let's go back now to the real life...25 minutes till the check-in and then walking through the gate which takes me back to what I've been until 4 months ago...because as we all know...what happens in Osnabrueck, stays in Osnabrueck as one of the finest memories of our student life.

Ready and out!
See you next semester (or at least some of you)

What if prince charming had never showed up? Would snow white have slept in the glass coffin forever? Or would she have eventually woken up, spit out the apple, gotten a job, a health care package and a baby from her local sperm bank?

After all, computers crash, people die, relationships fall apart. The best we can do is breath and reboot.

From the series "Another shitty day"

Good morning everyone...it is 23.15 and I am starting to feel alive for today. After a really long but also tiring sleep I woke up at 3 o'clock just to meet one of my new friends. If you are now wondering who she is, well find out now that her middle name is hangover and usually comes with the combination of vodka, wine, beer and a few tequilas. Well I am really wondering how did I get from one of the best parties, teleported in this world that now seems too real, the world called my life (outside from osnabrueck). I am really sick of the phrase: "I got a message a few days ago, telling me nxvxvxvxvxvx about you"! If u wonder now what the strange code nxnxnxnxnxnx means...just know that it is always something bad that u don't want ur parents/boyfriend/girlfriend/best friend or any other person u care about to know. I have to say now that I do not regret anything, no matter how big a mistake it was...but sometimes I wonder...there are so many roads, so many detours, so many choices...how do we know if we made a mistake? Or how do we convince those people that I was talking about earlier, that even if we have hurt them or their feelings it was not an intended mistake, it was an experience we had to have? Well...that's a question I will have to answer before I go home!!!
Well they say life is what happens to you while to busy making other plans! That might just be it, but i am not willing to let mine just pass by, as a short movie with no subtitles! I simply refuse to do that!

Star Dust

It seems as if I am hearing choirs from afar, in a faraway land of the soul and of the universe! It is the second that tells the thought to speak, to break the silence listening to him, the accursed second belonging to the witch from the North, the witch called fate. I can still feel your steps running on my temples, the steps of the white light coming from among my tears, in a rhythmical minuet…and so I have stopped with my eyes wide open toward the horizons, looking for answers `in the eyes of the stars and through a free spirited harmony we became the children of that moment in the night with a new moon, sleeplessness and tenuous feelings. In the long but so lightened night and awake, a thick smoke seems to weigh like a venomous shadow over me, griming moon’s pure, angelic glow…the times go by lucent and thoughts appear and vanish in an deviant disorder, like in a tumble. The rain started dancing infinitely, creating the perfect couple with my own sour tears…the couple, that “us” belonging to the infinite, to the absolute. But what means absolute?...it is everything or nothing, and we are not even able to define the everything, not to say the nothingness…but they are the infinite, we were the infinite and the love will always be…the darkness in my soul is Earth’s longest night, and the moon that had risen in the others would have had the space to play here, to dance and to sing and my thought that was now entering the wonder of a second did not conceive the destiny the next second would have. On the streets we once strolled along are now walking step by step the sign of the infinite, neighboring the moon, the sun and all the zodiac signs and the world that we once knew estranges itself from us, slowly, with its sounds and voices, going towards disappointment and memories, like another life left behind beyond death. I am a strange mosaic of sleep with my eyes open, and of dream with closed eyes, of sleep and sleeplessness, of outbursts of living in the future – in a future bearing the black’s tulip color – of fears that were one time vanquished and many times triumphant, but all exiled by a strong heart beat that has not yet forgotten its past.