Oh, I went to eat German people with Jess, E and Mars. The pork belly was delicious.
Here, have something that I wrote at uni the other day also:
A CONVERSATION
Can someone please lend me braveness?
I’ll use it for my own selfish needs, I assure you.
I just need it for a couple of years.
I’m sure its effect will stick to me permanently by then.
Anybody?
I’ll give you my company, more valuable than courage.
We’ll sink like anchors, but we can clasp onto each other,
die the cowards we are, in a slight embrace.
That sounds nice.
It is. Take my hand and hold your breath for as long as you
can.
As long as I can?
As long as you want.
She wound chains
around my body and kissed the padlock for luck.
And with rope, she tired
herself also, to the anchor laced with all our secrets.
As a sign of trust, we
faced our backs towards the ocean and let go, falling deep into its arms. And
as soon as we hit the water, I was left alone, sinking, with chains, and the
sacred padlock, a rusty, old anchor and empty rope.
Das Vidaniya, my beautiful mermaid charlotte. Send a message
to the bottom of the ocean one day, okay?
I promise.
Also, I wrote this thing, and just now I made a video about it, heyyyyy [the poem is past the vid on this post if you can't understand :L]:
Description: LOL yeah, this isn't a proper accent, I don't even think you can call it one :L It's just talking with a certain rhythm :L
And this is the poem I am reciting :)
RESCUE
We’ve been staring at
this clock for ages now.
It doesn’t tick or
tock, the hand just glides smoothly,
Over the face,
No interruptions, or
time to weep,
Just swift seconds,
dragged
Incessantly.
What are we doing
here?
Why are we like this,
stuck still,
In slow motion?
What’s our
Aim?
“Are we dolls now?”,
I wonder,
Trying to force back
the hands of time.
Trying to unwind the
memories that passed us by, so that,
We maybe end up back
where we started.
So that we’re maybe
happy again.
So that maybe we
don’t slit our wrists out of pure boredom?
Another aeon has
passed and you haven’t blinked once.
I’ll give you a call
when I get out of here.
When I’m free.
And I’ll hope to God
at least you’ll close your eyes once.
And I’ll hope to God
that you speak to me again, that you pick up the phone, and utter the words,
“Take me with you.”
And I’ll hope to God
we’ll never see our own faces again because you’re always in my reflection,
And it sickens me.
Adieu, mein
puppe-gesicht Freund.
Youtube tried to fix the shakiness but it kinda create an underwater effect at some points and I liked it :L
Anyways, bye guys. And jess you are waiting outside lolololol k bye
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