A Thousand Years Have Passed Behind MeBefore Me, Who Knows How Much MoreNo One Is Waiting, They Are Not

A thousand years have passed behind me Before me, who knows how much more No one is waiting, they are not looking anywhere I would end my miserable life

I'm nobody, I won't be anymore Bury me in an unmarked grave

Who likes this old picture?

It's night time. At times, shadows obscure the walls of this quaint little town as the clouds pass before the full moon. You don't know what you're doing here. "It's enough just to go and go. Those who are invited will find their way." You remember this phrase from somewhere. There's barely any petrol left in the tank, yet you let the engine run in the secluded spot where you parked. You just stare ahead, while the engine stops by itself. You get out, lock the car and start walking somewhere As if I've been here before… This thought is whispering in your head. Then you stop in front of a house, look up at one of the windows, and see the full moon reflected in the window panes as the clouds pass in front of it. I wonder what's behind that window? What could be in there? Memories. There are memories there, memories left over from another world. Small things that are important. But now they're covered in clouds and tears, like the moon and the stars. Slowly you begin to feel these tears on your face. Why are you crying? You ask yourself, but there is no answer, only the reflection of the full moon on the windowpane and a sentence you involuntarily say a hundred times: I will love you forever! I will love you forever!

(This picture was made by me, based on a 3d model of a computer game.)

This picture was taken sometime at the end of 2019, before covid. Looking at my current pictures, it's as if nothing has changed since then. But the truth is that everything has changed. I am like one who died but rose again, why? Maybe to start something? This spring, it was as if God himself took my hand. It was as if I had been cleansed of a hundred years of filth. But God didn't tell me what to do with all this…

I often feel that whatever I do is worthless. After all, so few people notice! I want to be like everyone else, like other people who are noticed. I wish I knew why I'm so invisible! 😢

Go crazy to this song at full volume! Once I was a DJ at a party, I wanted to play this, but my common sense told me not to, if I didn't want to kick everything around me, smash it, and then crash on the floor! (As I used to do at home to this song) 😄😁