Wrote...
Im sad tonight - as the window to my old world, to my other life stays
lifeless... While waiting for a word, a call - pictures enfold in front
of me - of beaches, buildings, views - that I have once owned . that have
burried hooks in my heart, deep and most of the time not to be felt. I
have walked these roads, swam in those waters, my laughter filled the
air, tears I cried are still there - I gave it up. For a life, for snow.
For blood, for my culture, for me. For two lovely ones, a forest, a romance,
a true love. With a push of a magic button, with writing magic words -
im back in my other home far away - in my past, so present, so vivid in
my mind. Im grateful for the magic of this, my private wardrobe to narnia,
but the hooks in my heart are hurting - hurting very much. Is it always
going to be like this ? will I never be home ? always the old love become
a new love ? Is money the key - a fast plane. some stolen time ? Why?
My old, my very own, hurting question, that everybody laughs about - and
I have shed many tears about : why cant austria swap places with New Zealand
? Why is Whites Beach so far away ? Im sad. I miss friends and places,
a love, a dream, my parallel world. Jane - a hug, Trev - a kiss, Rach
- a laugh. Take care New Zealand - living with you is hard, but without
you, my life would be so much poorer. I love you.
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