Piep, piep, piep 6.00AM in the morning, again just slept 4hours. Its one of these mornings. Slowly I get up, actually I dont want to, fight with myself.
I dont feel like. Although I stand up, my body feels mat and powerless, I drag myself to the coffee, boot my computer, get fast something to eat, don't forget about the teethbrush.
My hair fly in all directions, my eyerings're darker than my coffee.
Then I sit infront of my computer and read Spiegel-Online.
Read how many people had to die this night in case of techniacal defects, human failure or just because it works.
In my head its echoing the one questions thats it there for serval years. - In what a nightmare I am?
To the school, nothing to drink or eat, no time for it.
Grey, heavy clouds push themselves over the sky,
its yet dawn but today the sun will not reach this place,
the emissions of the factorys, the poison is to strong.
The city, desert of concrete and stone with little green oases wakes up slowly.
Few and far between there are some animals but thats only seldom,
the sirens in the distance and the volume of the cares is to loud, I guess.
Trainstation, the drowning of the 60tones trails in the under hals of this bedraggeld area.
I am to late, already.
There where nights the drugs went from hand to hand are dragging early mornings blear peoples just like me their way.
On of these mornings again, grey, again get up and go further, what for?
I get in the muddy train, the mechanical sound of the wheels and the engine with its 5 1/2 thouasend ps pushes happy Co2 into the atmosphere which kills our planet.
Ich feel like an important part of the observation of our own doom. The lack of ideals, of values and konventional tollerance is replaced of commerce.
Everything I eat, everything I drink, I can be certain, someone gets killed for that.
Us, western countrys, are only doing well because we rip out others and have then the arrogance to say we were better developed.
What I see instead is rather like the sliding down into perversion, into an industrial world nobodys mind can stand.
Ask yourself why so many commit suicide, why the optimists are rare within these days.
Reach the school, get into walking and smoke a cigarette while walking, the blue dust draws deep within my lung. I feel it till the cells.
10Minutes later Iam in the class, it was noticed that I was 7minutes too late, my motivation and happyness is undescribable.
At least I have a school, right? - I should feel happy because there are kids who don't have this privilege.
The first two hours pass by fast, the hauntingly realization that flesh gets delivert
to us instead of giving it the natives around the viktoria lake in africa, those who
strave to death, and that the global warming our all lives' risks hits me while I see two films about it.
But, hey, it could be worse. I don't believe we can imagine how it is to fight for life.
Sport, the enervated teacher encounters me with unbelivbale motivation and pleasure of his Job. Loses patters I have to take, Iam only a student.
The break after, a cigarette, the next hours are freetime, teacher got a food poisoning.
I console someone who does not see any sense in anything anymore, hand on where I almost don't believe in my own words.
2Hours later, I sitting in the middle of mathclass, get back a klausur, an F. - "Well done, so you never get your abitur", I punish myself in my head.
Religion, we discuss about values, about the dignity of death. Things I disagree out of my foundation, what bugs me a life after when I live today and here?
Where is the dignity of dying? What the hell is dignity? Terms of abstraction the mankind has made for what? - I don't have a clue.
Although I get 9hours per day knowlegde pumped inside me I still don't understand so many things.
Haunting uncetainty and lost in melancholie goes it on. - Thirst and Hunger follow me on my way.
The class is closed, its 4.13PM GMT+1 and I run for my train, reach it and sit into a rather modern but at least even worse Co2 pumper like the one from the morning.
The tiredness overpowers me almost and I have trouble staying awake, move myself afterwards over the Junky-Station back to my untidy room. First, a coffee.
Its now 5.49PM GMT+1 and I sit here, thinking, my head filled up with reality, no place for fantasy in my life, I have 3h homework in front of me.
DJTiest underneaths my recover-phase with stylishly trance and ambience music. - I know so much, understandable after 12years school, I can explain the most, understand the most or at least comprehend it.
Anyhow there are still unbelievable many things I can't understand out of my inner, for example - why there is some much violence in the world?.
But hey could be worse, my life is pure, my life is fantastic! - Iam glad to be alive. There are many things that wear me down, few which makes me happy but specially those little things like the cherry on the top of a bunch of cream are those who make me enjoy my life so much and I have to admit that I like everything which happens to me, cause I grow on it and reach to further bigness.
One have to up more, my life isn't bad all time. This what I write out here, I didn't display it negative or positive, just the things, facts someone once told me which I now remeber and connect.
And tomorrow I will stand up again, dont feel like again, but why? - There is much beautiful on the world, the sunrays who touch my skin, warm me like the burning love that hurts sometimes but its a good hurt and I it lets me know that Iam alive. When I see simple things, as complex as the stuff I learn in school all days long, when I stroke a leaf. - I love my life and Iam very happy that you all here. Thank you so much, I only wanted you to know it.