Our eight years...

Loneliness unchains my inner most, deep down on the bottom of my sea. It rises, expands like bubbles of air. Once in sight, short below the surface, it appears so big. I try grabbing it as it surfaces, but it shows only for a glimpse of time and all I can feel in my hands is the water it moves. I cannot hold it back to get to know it better. But yet I am deeply moved.

A Question of Lust (Depeche Mode, 1986)

Fragile
Like a baby in your arms
Be gentle with me
I'd never willingly do you harm

Apologies
Are all you seem to get from me
But just like a child
You make me smile
When you care for me
And you know

It's a question of lust
It's a question of trust
It's a question of not letting
What we've built up
Crumble to dust
It is all of these things and more
That keep us together

Independence
Is still important for us though (we realise)
It's easy to make
The stupid mistake
Of letting go (do you know what I mean)

My weaknesses
You know each and every one (it frightens me)
But I need to drink
More than you seem to think
Before I'm anyone's
And you know

It's a question of lust
It's a question of trust
It's a question of not letting
What we've built up
Crumble to dust
It is all of these things and more
That keep us together

Kiss me goodbye
When I'm on my own
But you know that I'd rather be home

It's a question of lust


Our Story (~baghira, 2006)

We didn’t manage
to walk the fine line
we should have committed
one point in time

It is easy to see now
But almost impossible then

We did let go
And so it crumbled

Kiss me goodbye
When I'm on my own
Because you also know
We're now on our own

In loving memory of our eight years together (1994-2002)…