dedicated to...
westlife. I am listening to westlife now and thinking... thinking about them and my life. Mainly because of them I am what I am now. And even more. They ruined or build up my apprehension of the world. It depends from which perspective to look at it. I still believe that everything must go right, that dreams come true, that there's something one is looking for and will surely find it, that love is the most important feeling and in love everything goes always well, without any obstacles and so on. But it becomes quite artificial when you always hear of it and even it becomes your second nature, but you don't really feel it. I realize that there is something more that life has at stock, and my westlife world is becoming quite limited and bounded. But I can't just let go of them. They speak my mind, they make me happy and I simply love them. I still remember the day when I first saw them on TV, and the first CD and my grey dress, Hamburg and London, all the letters, Dublin and the concert. I was so stupid, and I am still not clever. I feel and think exactly how they taught me to feel and think. And it's quite plain. There's no room in me for the feelings they didn't sing about in their songs; or I'm just inexpirienced. But I still can't imagine my life without westlife, I even don't have the courage. Maybe it's too late, maybe I'm too lazy to change anything. "but it's gone too far, now we can't we rewind."