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Now me and musicplay hide and seek.Anna Jae
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Music itself has taught me never to underestimate a mistake, for, in the midst of all, it’s often in that mistake where the realm of the unexpected creation is hidden.Anna Jae
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Trust isn’t something you can just one day decide to have. Trust cannot be fabricated out of thin air, no matter how one’s will is set to it. Trust has to be earned. And there’s the tragedy of it, the dependence on the other, who is often not up for the challenge, poisoned as he is by the modern individualistic and time-is-money mindset. And thus trust is losing ground more and more until one day it will turn into something rare and obscure and this world has become a severly violent and lonely place, ruled by mistrust and disconnection.Anna Jae
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To hide away from the world whose loveless heart has gone astrayand its inhabitants what could be a safer place than my imagination?Anna Jae
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I cover the floor with a thin layer of imagination so that i’ll always land softly.Anna Jae
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Such dreams provide this temporary illusion of a life that has meaning.Anna Jae
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You’re ignoring me so loud that it’s deafening. This silence is so deep that it’s echoing.Anna Jae
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The pavement makes no soundas it touches your feetcalm and constantlike silence on repeatlanguidly your thoughts bleedinto the evening airin crimson red the words read'some things are beyond repairAnna Jae
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... listening to the silence together. If there’s any. I truly believe not so. I have never heard a silence. Have you? The world is filled with unspoken words. And that’s something different isn’t it.Anna Jae
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To think that two bodies, crooked by life into question marks, when encountering one another did not form a heart.. To do that, all we needed was to look each other in the eye. But you looked away.Anna Jae
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It’s miraculous how the shallow can injure in such a profound way.Anna Jae
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I love it when there’s nothing Left to see but tiny spots of what’s still light Stories piercing the night.Anna Jae
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The skin of her face, parched by the monotonous dietof salty rain, with tremendous effortgave wayto a smile.Anna Jae
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When I am awake, I sleep, but when I dream I come to life.Anna Jae
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For the minority, what else is democracy than dictatorship?Anna Jae
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Oh, how bitterhow bitter silentthe bewildered sorrowof a texture too thickto be brought outthrough the eyes.Anna Jae
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Your facethrough the blurred visionof my disillusioned eyesmergeswith the rest of them.Anna Jae
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There’s always books. And the wind through trees.Anna Jae
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She tries to envision spaceeven with her eyes openAnna Jae
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...ever plagued by the naive hope that this timemy intuition might be mistaken...Anna Jae
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That throbbing thing in my chest can hardly be called a heart. It has been wrung out and deformed into something merely functional. Nothing can revive it.Anna Jae
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And now i am back in the grey world where it tastes like plastic, the monotony is buzzing through my jaws and the boredom is pulling my hair.Anna Jae