sag jemandem, er ist dir sehr wichtig.

at least i feel french.
a girl hopped whisteling into some green, they called it city. she went all wet because of someone neverminding her taking a shower in rain.
get down, a voice called out in disharmonic frequences. get down! the ggirl got down, all wet.
then, afterwards she felt like absorbing the mids of a living acid. maybe in her heart. the smog of the world creeped in her heart, she was so cold.
it's cause there's no love, the voice said. but i am in love, she thought. i'm so in love with all my stuff. she poured a blancket around her shoulders and had a cup of tea. but it got colder, though.
here, i got something for you, a person said. she took the gift and all she saw was nothing and more. a wonderful thing this was.
i feel so french. someone gave my hands a massage and im in, yet.
the girl began to dance. she felt like it was her fault her best friend were not able to have a nice concert. she felt so cold. right at this point she stopped. best friend? is she able to say so? was this the right place to think so?
she turned around, into some shadows, thinking to herself.
right.
it was.
he was.
it got warmer, maybe it came out of a heart.
beastly shit she wrote down and ment to say something nice to someone.
hearts n stuff.