The weight of words [fly away]

Numerous letters. Filled with words, promising words, hollow words.

I clean up. Take stock. What do I want to take with me on my way? What is meaningless, what fits with me?

Everything that matters already has a place in the life history that has my name. It only counts for me – no one carries my life.

Where’s the trash can?

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It doesn’t matter what they say
It doesn’t matter what they do
All that matters is my relationship to you

Over Andrew Tonneman

Human being, man, living on planet Earth, Europe, believing in the existence of pure love, working on beauty on the Internet, listening to Glenn Gould and reading Per Olov Enquist. I used to love her. That's all — in past, present and future. Bekijk alle berichten van Andrew Tonneman

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