It could have been me

It could have, it could, it is. For once, i was so selfish with you … that i am proud. I took this picture because you acted so well as myself … i would have never been that great in my own role. mein kampf? nein. Just me behind the wheel and you, vulnerably distant, us, separated by the windscreen, my filthy and neglected windscreen. There are about 60 frames, anyone is so you and so me in the same time. It was the first time i found out that i like you for being myself too, not just so naturally yourself.

Your place will always be there, on the shortlist of people that deserve eternal happiness in my opinion.

But once, see, remember, don’t deny, you were me.

Condemnation. Feel elation. You’ll never succeed, you’ll only get “:)” pills from time to time, but no contiguous state of mind. Your bro knows too. “When you’re born a lover, you’re born to suffer.” He’s another topic, another state of aggregation.