Ambivalence
Sometimes I’m homesick. Sometimes I wish I’d never have to return at all.
Sometimes I love Dutch. Sometimes I never want to hear a word of it again.
Sometimes I’m tired of living on my own. Sometimes I enjoy my private chaos nobody sees.
Sometimes I want to call him and ask if he wants to meet up. Sometimes I can’t be bothered.
Sometimes I want to tear down all walls. Sometimes I just want to feel comfortable behind them.
Sometimes I want freedom. Sometimes I want security.
Sometimes I hate you. Sometimes … no, I don’t.
Most of the time, I like living.
Kommentar schreiben
