preludeandfugue klairchen Prelude - I kissed the air. I hid like the bird in the rain, so you wouldn't see my tears. I wanted to love the sun. I wanted to tell you what I wanted to hear. I wanted others to see in me what they already saw in you. I wanted to fall and scream, you let me crash. I like to blame it on you even though you really didn't know that I fell. Even though you didn't know, but ah, even though you didn't know. I wanted to be great and pretty, now I am tired and weary. No one wanted me and if someone did it would only be because I was paying them. No potential anymore, I spent it on all those tears and restless nights. No more next years. I want to look everyone straight in the eye and say "look, I am ugly and flawed beyond what is acceptable, I am a wreck, don't give me another second, I am a nothing of everything". Fugue - then i want to spit me in the face and spite myself and run away in the rain, through the doors, into someone elses kitchen and say that "i'm home", and have him kiss me like he means it until he says "i'm happy to see you", and then i want tear off my clothes and open the drawers and find something comfortable and warm and go away for awhile and come back through those doors again to see if i was mistaken and have that same person touch me on the back and say that he missed me and then i would know that it was real this time, that i'm not making something superficial while I am supposed to be making something productive to make other people satisfied, and i would kiss the air again just to remember, ah yes, just to remember the time when things were floating by at surging speeds in the air. 000829 ... tan but ya have to play it in six flats 000829 ... tan wish i could help 000829 ... Kaskarkaminski here i am. i have not lied. i do not plan to. i never had anyone's interest at heart, i had everyone's. yes, of course, finally you counted more to me, at least your words did...and do. 000829 ... epitome of incomprehensibility Minor or major or something different? 140611 what's it to you? who go blather from