Whatever he wanted he could have.
Whatever he thought about he could see in front of him.
Where should I take you?
Gone Fishin’
And it felt right and true.
“I’m free”, he said aloud again, just to hear it.
He didn’t know how to think anymore.
It’s sad. It’s a sad story.
I probably shouldn’t have told you that.
There’s nothing the matter.
Everything’s fine.
This was how it would go.
But now it had happened again.
They should just wait and see, the doctor said.
Maybe he just has nothing to say.
He disappears into the long black line.
They stood in little groups.
Everyone agreed that it was beautiful.
Don’t look at me.
The air was cold and heavy with moisture.
I don’t want to talk.
That is one way to think of it.
Your shadow has arrived.
You tried to be smart, didn’t you?
Nobody said anything.
You are innocent.
Or are we near-strangers, just assuming and pretending?
Do we understand each other?
Learn to love the numbness.
There are versions of happiness.
He shook his head and let go.
It happened so quickly, and took forever.
Because recklessness is the only fist to throw at nothingness.
Because one is young only once in a life lived only once.
They were awake, but it was a dream.
They avoided fights but sought arguments.
So what do you think they should do?
So how does it feel over there?
Things are going well.
That’s also what everyone else says.
You make your own luck. That’s what I say.
I don’t believe in luck.
What are we to believe?
Gone Fishin’
That simply cannot be right.
Did a needle just enter me?
Maybe the absence allowed for a mythology.
Remember what that was like?
I regret that we didn’t keep in better touch.
Is that happiness? It’s a version.
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