This is literary diary of bizzare person from Europe - now living in L.A
Published on April 2, 2006 By Secret Literary Diary of Malte In Life
OK, there must be a reason. In this case, there must be. I use to believe, througout my whole life, there were no reasons. No reasons at all. But this case, this one particular case makes me sure-- there must be a reason--and there is a reason. But I don't know what kind of reason of course.
That would be great to know what kind of reason, that would be really nice, really helpful, I could even say, but I don't know this reason of course, I don't. But I', m not pessimistic in this case. This awareness of that, that at least in THAT CASE reason for sure exists, makes me almost happy, I could even say.

I don't know if I'm waiting to know it. I'm not sure, but could say, I'm kind of waiting. My behavior kind of indicates it. Kind of indicates this state of waiting.
For example: Observing, counting and observing airplanes above my head. Counting and observing this noisy airplanes flying above my waiting head.
But there is no reason to do it, since you and your airplane, one of this noisy, disturbing airplanes had already landed.
Yes, I'm waiting. It's a sure thing now.Yes, I'm. There must be a reason--and not one of the most trivial reasons. Hope. Hope.Hope.

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