In memory of those autumn holidays when we were, what 14? 15?, and me and my sisters were home alone for a couple of days and you stayed over at my place and we spent the days listening to this one record over and over again at full volume in the living room (and, come to think of it, Smashing Pumpkins: Siamese Dream, what a weird combination) and discussing our crushes at lengths, whether we thought they looked our way earlier that day across the bumper cars at the local fair, whether we considered it possible that they might actually call us at some stage, and, quite possibly, be the ones we should marry. (I think.)
So this one's for you, Julia!
"The fool who escaped from paradise will look over his shoulder and cry,
sit and chew on daffodils and struggle to answer why..."
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Heute auf der Autofahrt zu meiner Oma ging mir das Lied auf einmal im Kopf herum, ich habe dann mitgesungen. Passiert mir immer mal wieder! Ist irgendwie alles ganz anders gekommen als damals geplant, nicht wahr?
AntwortenLöschentja, wohl wahr... andererseits waren einige der pläne von damals wohl auch rückblickend äh... interessant... ;-)
AntwortenLöschenwas macht das chaos?