manumusic

One day, when we’ll be old we think of all the stories that we could have told. I am the master of pranks when it comes to self-deception. I’m a toddler at its best when I face tasks I’m a decelerated particle, let myself be enthused for recklessness when it lived by someone else and I think too much, I wait too much,I take too much in my hands and I do too little of it, I often hold back, I doubt everything, I wish I was smart, but even that is stupid. I would like to say so much, but stay quiet most of the time, because if I said everything it would be way to much. I would like to do so much, my list is so long, but I’ll never get around everything, so I don’t even begin, my life is a waiting room, no one calls me up, I always save my dopamine in case I need it later. And one day, I’ll be old and think of all the stories I could’ve told.. and there remains so much to do, our lists stay long and so day after day pass into unknown lands [...] the stories we’ll tell instead will be sad conjunctives, like ‘once, I almost ran a marathon,and almost read the Buddenbrooks, and once I almost stayed up until the clouds turned purple again, and almost, we almost demasked and saw that we were the same, and then we almost told each other how much we meant to another’ [...] we’ll keep it a secret that we were nothing but lazy and coward,and we’ll wish in secret to stay here just a little bit longer 

let’s write stories that we’ll like to tell later 

- one day,baby, we'll be old - slam by julia engelmann (translation)

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i love this song :bademoticon: