I'm not interested

in the concept "guilt". I don't search for examples or any other evidence to prove anyone guilty. I think, everything that someone does has its effects - noone intends his actions to generally cause pain, so most of the time, even as unfortune as the effects may be, there is nothing and no one who is to be blamed, anyhow.
I would like you to understand that, perhaps you would understand, why i get angry, everytime you tell me, i only try to put all the guilt on you. I don't, but when guilt is such an important issue for you that someone just has to be guilty and this one has to be determined (what for? we could just solve the problems instead), and i don't accept being guilty, then you automatically think, i blame you instead. But thats your conclusion, and it's wrong. I don't blame me, and i don't blame you! You're not guilty as well, it's just normal, human behavior we discuss here, no one does things wrong or right, we do them different.
And i would like you to stop asking me what i think, when you in fact don't want to hear it. I could sleep better instead of having futile arguments all the night long in my dreams about this issue.

What do you want from me?

The last thing you wanted me to do is to go. I did even that. I don't know how i could prove to you that i don't demand anything from you. I'm not your parents. I don't need you to be other than how you are. Why do you always tell me what i'm thinking? Why do you want everyone to be as you want him? Especially when that is something, that you never would accept from anyone?
First, you wanted me to go. Now, you tell me, i don't talk enough with you. What the heck do you expect?

Tell me something

Let's sit in a park and talk. Or better: You talk. Tell me how your life has been all those years, tell me what you did, what you do now. Tell me what you want to do. Do you have plans? Dreams? Visions? I would like it so much, if you'd share some hours of your life to tell me some years of it. We would sit in the park, we would watch the clouds and drink a bottle of wine. Perhaps, then, we would agree, that we should do this more often. Perhaps once or twice a year.

My memories

are like Ruins, that become withered and grown with green and will fit beautiful into the landcape in some years, telling wanderers from glorious days gone. I can walk by now and then, resting my thoughts of today and smile, when i recognize a detail now and then.
I cannot understand people, who build parking lots on their memories.

Softly whispering in in my ear

when all is in turmoil, when the hand is shaking. When i want to forget everything, when it's all too complicated i need someone who talks to me about trees and clouds and birds. Someone who hums a song into my ear, cleaning out my brain.

Don't let it bring you down,
It's only castles burning,
Find someone who's turning
And you will come around.

When i close my eyes

i see you. We just sit there, your head leans on mine. We don't need to talk. TIme stands still for us. It is enough to be just where we are and watch the world around us. Do you hear the music? It's the soundtrack of life. A silent piano blues, that drops by. I don't want to wake up. Hell, yes. I know that i'm dreaming. But nevertheless i don't want to wake up. But i will, eventually. And we part, promising each other that we will see us again, that we will find us again. Tomorrow night. Kiss you.

Like the wind

with no goal. Just drifting through time. Going where chance leads me, i'm flowing silent between dark narrow houses, floating around a corner now and then, spreading out into the open desert. Zooming away over mountains and clouds.
I don't know, where i go. I just don't want to stay.