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I fucked up Three times already The tide has turned and I won't change a thing to make it work. Time goes by getting old getting older and I won't change a thing to make it work. One day I shall look Back on it and laugh One day if you asked me I will look back on it and cry, like I'm crying over it now. Crying over the lost time over the missed chances that I see going by now and I still won't change a thing anything to make it work.

You've given me your heart, but what I've done with it? Casually put it in a back pocket, Sat on it, Crammed in other things with it, Forgotten about it, Put it in the washing-machine With dirty socks and stockings… And now I wonder why it came out all wrinkled, ripped and torn to shreds, but at least washed clean of me?

III. Let us go in together, And still your fingers on your lips, I pray. The time is out of joint—O cursèd spite, That ever I was born to set it right! Nay, come, let's go together. - Hamlet[...] After that strange and unnerving encounter with Chris in the morning, Sam had wandered the streets restlessly. He didn't feel like going home and the thought of meeting Judith soon, was intoxicating. After all this time, he had not realised that he had been most afraid of disappointing her. Hannah was a sweet gentle person. Branwen was rough and fragile in her own way. Judith was more terrifying than she was, but he felt he needn't f

III. Let us go in together, And still your fingers on your lips, I pray. The time is out of joint—O cursèd spite, That ever I was born to set it right! Nay, come, let's go together. - HamletThe heat of the waning day was still in the air, but the sun had sunk so low by now, that quite a few places in the city were plunged into shadow. They had left the window open and the warm air streamed into the room. To them it was cool. Sam looked at the young woman lying next to him. As far as he could tell she was asleep; he could only make out her outlines and her chest was gently moving up and down. He shifted closer to her, so that

II. Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and howlet's wing,-- For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. -Second Witch, MacbethTwo Monday 'Is Michael the reason why you can't love me?' he asked a few weeks later when she was fixing dinner for all the others. Dara was lying down in the master bedroom and Cristina was at work. Jacob and Evie were playing outside. They had divided the house that Dara, Cristina and all children except Lilith slept in the master bedroom, and Sascha, Branwen and the baby had what used to be the room of th

JUNE '60: Light and wings I.But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. - RomeoOne Friday It was almost two months later, though to Judith it felt to be more than a thousand years. Weeks and weeks they had spent together transforming the old tree's massive roots into a kind of burrow for both of them. Admittedly it had been mostly Judith doing the work, because Johnny still had to keep struggling with his broken leg. There was no point denying anymore that wh

APRIL '60: Flights and slings III. To die, to sleep No more – and by a sleep to say we end The heartache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to - HamletFriday The dew was still frozen on the grass, when Sam clambered over the broken city walls. After all one bomb had missed the centre and blasted the boundary between outskirts and woods. It would not be a problem even for Johnny to enter the city now. But should he? Contrary to popular belief, Sam wasn't retarded. He, too, understood why Johnny had left, even though like all of them, he had no idea what he had left behind. After all these years, after all this t

APRIL '60: Flights and slings II. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them. - Hamlet Two Wednesday The sky was of a clear blue, almost like late spring or early summer, though it was April 14th 2060. Would it become a historic date? Like the beginning of this war now more than a year ago? February 12th 2059 with the bombardment of Northern Italy, Austria and parts of Southern Germany. Sascha couldn't tell now. He delighted in fantasising about himself being the man of the hour. How that could be possible, he dared not belie

APRIL '60: Flight and slings I. Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince; And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest. - Horatio 'Hamlet'One Wednesday Its plumage was a sandy shade of brown, quite undistinguished, and with its bright beady eyes it was an ugly bird; if it weren't for its few feathers of bright turquoise with black stripes. A redhead sat almost on the highest branch of an oak watching the bird attentively. Her movements were slow and deliberate like those of a cat. What she was doing here she wasn't really sure about anymore. Someone might have told her to look for something to eat, but when she considered the j

I've enough of being alone. And unloved, unloathed, at best, misliked, misunderstood, at once forgotten, Lowering myself to the ground of the abyss inside me stealthily I pass on there Before everything above comes crashing down.