Thinkin' of U.

I am travelling by train.

Travellin’ 2 U.

There are millions of tiny chips of glass between the rails. While we are travelling, they are gleaming in the sunshine. But just for a little while, because the train is clattering on and I cannot see them anymore. Like umpteen flashlights which are gleaming at the same time. And they are taking me.

Why? Why do U hate me? Why aren’t U speakin’ 2 me? U aren’t sayin’ it, but I know that somethin’ hurts U.

What is that? Junkyard? I see only the wrecks. We are travelling too fast to watch them better. Wrecks. Bodies of dead cars. Frames.

Maybe we did it too fast? No… There’s nothin’ like this in Friendship. We spoiled it. Not U. Not me. Together. Maybe we shouldn’t have done then and that. Maybe that’s why our friendship became a frame, too. A vision. Lifeless.

We are waiting. We are waiting for the oncoming train. The transfer. People are getting off the first one and getting on the other one. That is how it goes. They can get to their aims.

Why ain’t U speaking 2 me? I understand it. I’m not the only one who U have. But it hurts, really hurts, that you’re speaking to others more than to me. That’s to say… Never to me.

Wow, a shoe on a tree. How strange it is. And a little treehouse... Would it collapse, if I climbed there? And what would that old lady say if I lean out of the window gave her a wave?

That’s so weird. I’m goin’ to U, but I’m not. Where’s the time, when we used to speak for hours? Where’s that, when the school bell rang and we didn’t care about it and were sittin’ on a bench and chattin’ on? Where’ that, where who was speakin’ was not only me but U?

The trees stand close to each other next to the rails. The sunshine breaks through them and the all is like watching an old movie. When the pictures came after each other every second. I love old movies. Though almost every movies. But the old ones make me think. „How was this movie made? Could they reshoot, if the actor muddled the text up?”

I miss our friendship. The real one. It’ true, we have discussed our problems, but I feel no change… I want the old one! I want U! Who U were. Who I was. Who we were…

On my way home I realized that it finally succeed! Somethin’ changed. Maybe… But I don’t dare to hope anymore…