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Time has us trapped We wait, we rush Standing still, running fast Time ticks by And the world spins on We can't slow it down We can't speed it up We can't go back There is no way out Time has us trapped

Ein altes lied... Was bleibt, was uns bleibt, sind freunde im leben. (Phudys original tekst) Vieleicht sollte mann in dieser kalten, von Geld beherschten welt gerade auf die Milionen verdiener und ihr lockgeld pfeifen und seinen wertvollsten schatz pflegen^^

If you want to protect something very important to you, do you believe it is important enough to give it all you've got? The real strength lies in your ideals, what you believe in and what you'll do to go were you want.

What brings us to stand on the same ground where bare toes wriggled against cold bathroom tiles and bodies pressed together dressed in sweat and dirt who knows if they felt fear for being what they were we can only imagine their last thoughts with their last breaths What runs through minds standing on the grounded cityscape where once men fell because they couldn't wait any longer Can't you see, dust was overwhelming and the world watched with the sick curiosity and anticipation of rubbernecks, They slow down as they drive past daily car-crashes, tell me Is it that we sympathise or we are questioning the validity of this guilty fee

Today I learnt that the spaces between fingers are called taint. Mine smells of buttery cookie dough as part of the sweetness that has bonded to the fragile webbed skin joining my digits together. Underneath each nail dwells my dead skin mixed with gathered dirt. When I curl into my safety ne(s)t ready to hide in my rest I notice that somehow the scent of oranges still clings to my skin. There is something amazing about hands.

You are a word so closely fused with fate, destiny, chance, and sometimes love The most beautiful word I know Is it possible not to fear an unknowable future? Perhaps life is not about knowing, but rather about finding out—discovering Maybe it's hints of surprising, unforeseen, partly inevitable circumstances that test our limits of comfort Tell me, is love properly defined as two lost people thrown together by chance? Or could it be that they were always meant to find each other? Did some divine, other-worldly force reach down and gently place these lives on the same path? Or is it simply destiny that caused these two souls to m