Yesterday: Being Amelie Poulain

Sended someone something not knowing if this is a love-letter or a good-bye one. Maybe it will change on its delivery way throughout half germany ... maybe it will be decided in the moment of being opend, maybe it could stay as it is - this something inbetween ...
Later after walking through the streets of one of my favourite quarters here, having inspected a possible flat to live, stopped in a welcoming lightened café where it looks like that it's frienndly possible to have something to drink alone without beeing starred as a pitiful lonesomething human being. Felt a strangely familiar ghost of someone. Though about lots of people who left traces in my heart and life - totally independent of the real closeness of them.
Left a trace. Left the place.
Though about how to leave another trace for this other someone I would never meet accidentally because I don't fullfill the basic of this "accidentally" - means NOT thinking about a possible accidentally.
Strange day; really strange day ...
Ideenjongleur - 1. Nov, 14:43


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