Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my open mind, possessing and caressing me.
when lights spark
and the heavens open
let the rain fall on me
I'll be waiting for you
So, while chatting with a german girl that knows Pascal, I had a sort of epiphany about myself. I am more myself in an honest pure way when speaking to these Germans (or foreigners in general) because I can't hide behind my words. Since school English is like their second language depending on their proficiency, I have to express myself in a more definite and simple way so that I get my point across with as little confusion as possible. Plus German is the culture, people, and language of the one I love. Personally, I think my reaction to anything German is funny but not in a HAHA sort of way. I mean, sometimes my heart starts to race, I can have slight anxiety, and memories flood through my head. I sometimes feel the frustration of the language barrier and my half understanding. They are funny mixed feelings.
and the heavens open
let the rain fall on me
I'll be waiting for you
So, while chatting with a german girl that knows Pascal, I had a sort of epiphany about myself. I am more myself in an honest pure way when speaking to these Germans (or foreigners in general) because I can't hide behind my words. Since school English is like their second language depending on their proficiency, I have to express myself in a more definite and simple way so that I get my point across with as little confusion as possible. Plus German is the culture, people, and language of the one I love. Personally, I think my reaction to anything German is funny but not in a HAHA sort of way. I mean, sometimes my heart starts to race, I can have slight anxiety, and memories flood through my head. I sometimes feel the frustration of the language barrier and my half understanding. They are funny mixed feelings.