It was a long time ago

Firstly today, My New Horsie.



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Secondly. I was looking through some of my old sketchpads and found an old poem I wrote 2003. It got no title...

Please, take away the pain that haunts my nights
The evil hand, which hits me over and over again
Make it stop saying my name, make it stop saying that I'm worthless
It hits me harder and harder, the more I deny it
It splits me in two, the raw, true me and the smiling substitute
Soon I'm going to break and destroy everything I've built up
Stop hitting me! It hurts!
I know that you are telling the truth!
But I don't want that kind of truth, I want to be loved
No, I know it's not for me
I hope, someday, that you will hit me so hard that I'll die
So, loneliness, hit me harder!


I also found this one, which isn't as good, but somehow frightfully apropriate. No title either

I'd love to know you
I'd love to hope and believe
I want to give you my everything
I want to see the heat in your eyes
Lifegiving heat
But, no. It's not meant for me
Maybe, maybe we had something long ago
I still keep it inside of me
The heat, the light, the life
Words, words, words, but for someone this means everything
Someone. Who? I don't remember anymore
Someone whose eyes could answer with heat and cold
Come to me, tell me you're mine
But you look another way
And have soon forgotten me