Glückskeks und die Hauptstadtkatze

Sometimes, thinks fortune, sometimes these feelings for him are washing right over me, like waves. Somethimes they roll all over me and drag me out to sea, and I wonder if I should just give in and drown, or if I should swim. Sometimes I wonder if he will ever feel that way, if he ever felt that way before, maybe in Sweden? I know it would scare him to feel this. Sometimes I wonder why I dream of him almost every night, why these eyes are boring right into me, even in my sleep. He sees me. And I see him. I know things of him that not many people know. Sometimes I wonder why that doesn't scare me away, why I welcome even the darkest, dirtiest, shabby little secrets that I know of him, and then I know that I do because they are pieces of him. Sometimes I wonder if I will ever get out of this mess. And sometimes I wonder if cats feel the same way... Capital Kitty sits there and thinks, yes they do, yes they can. They just don't go whining about it on the internet.

vielleicht ein angemessener song dazu: india arie - ready for love