What is this life about? What does it matter? I think its all about repetitions. You fight. You win. You lose. You get stronger and weaker. It always repeats from time to time. If I get an unlimmited number of something, the one thing becomes worthless. And then there is the short life. And it is short. And in this logic it must be very valuable but it's just a few years in an eternity. How could this matter?
You are born. You grow. You work. You love. You cry and in the end you die and all you did does not matter because you are gone. And no matter what you did, life allways ends the same.

...Maybe it's the sum of all lifes what really matters. But would our actions make the big difference in this case? How could we make a change? We think so much about this but this changes nothing doesn't it? Just words no matter. This could make me so angry.
When does something matter? And what the fuck means this ''matter''. Normally it shows importance.
Maybe its all about asking this question because when we take a pause and turn back to our lifes we realise that it makes sense.
What is this life about? What does it matter? I dont know.

And I will ask you if we can talk. And if you agree we meet and things come to another and we sleep with each other. And we would be the sinner we don't wanted to be. And all last months were for nothing. But when the time comes you will choose him. Now I'm sure there was the time I had the chance and you would have choosen me. But now it's too late because after all you did to me I'm not anymore the person you could love. It showed me different sides of my personality. Some which make me so sick. But you could be my medicine...I remember. Nevertheless I ask you. Because... justmaybe... I'm wrong. Hope is a torture but it keeps you alive. And I can't live without you. That's naive I know but if it wasn't true this life would make me even sicker than I am now. It would be a live apart hope and happiness because this scar doesn't heal... I think we are meant to be together because something makes us companions. Something bonds us together. When I'm with you I feel arrived. I'm getting tired because I feel save. And I know you are getting tired ,too. Maybe we are the ideal companions for this reason. As long we have another it doesn't matter where we go, we always feel safe and arrived and home.