Kann man Herzen brechen
können Herzen sprechen
kann man Herzen quälen
kann man Herzen stehlen
Damn. . .
A ten-day hitch turned into a twelver.
Twelve turned to fourteen. . .
Number sixteen just ended some twenty minutes ago.
And I've not seen break number one in this whole bit.
Sie wollen mein Herz am rechten Fleck
doch seh ich dann nach unten weg
da schlägt es links
Some might have broken by now.
Some might have given up to find something easier to do.
I keep on bouncing from rig to rig.
I keep burning my brain and fighting the elements.
I have to.
It's not for me anymore.
. . .
It's not even for Melissa anymore.
Können Herzen singen
kann ein Herz zerspringen
können Herzen rein sein
kann ein Herz aus Stein sein
Does that sound harsh or strange to you?
Maybe. . .
If you aren't aware of the circumstances, then of course the
previous statements come across as cryptic if anything.
I've got someone else to take care of.
I can't really see this person.
Don't know what the person even looks like just yet.
The gender is still undetermined as far as I know.
Kann man Herzen fragen
ein Kind darunter tragen
kann man es verschenken
mit dem Herzen denken
Every day, something else tries to break me.
Every day, any given person I see on only rare occasions
does something that makes me want to rip the skin off
the nearest living creature.
Every night, I pass out cold from complete exhaustion, both
mental and physical.
Every morning, the phone rings, and I go do it all again. . .
Without the slightest concern of these proceedings' effects on me.
Sie wollen mein Herz am rechten Fleck
doch seh ich dann nach unten weg
da schlägt es in der linken Brust
der Neider hat es schlecht gewusst
Links zwo drei vier
I couldn't decide what it sounded like. . .
Was it a troop of soldiers marching double-time?
Was it a jazz drummer tapping out quick rhythm
counts on a snare drum with brushes?
Could it have been. . .
Was that the single sound echoing throughout the massive voids
when Life first sprang forth?
And. . .
That quick and steady swishing. . .
Prominent and quite determined to make itself heard
over the larger racket caused by it's main life support
system just a couple of feet above and to the left.
A very "Oh yes, I am here and you will notice!" attitude. . .
I'm familiar with that type.
Fürchtet euch. Fürchtet euch nicht.
Just one little sound being very obvious about itself.
And I'm sure it will ask many questions about many things
one day. . .
And I'm sure I'll have plenty of stories, explanations, and bits
of history to try and satisfy that little obvious one.
I'm quite certain the obvious one will have troublemaker
tendencies from time to time.
There will be little distance from the tree, so to speak.
I'm certain also that the obvious one will bear an
excellent sense of humor and comedic talent.
So many different thoughts arising from one obvious sound.
Until I know more, the obvious one
is known as Peanut. . .
Yes, this is a ventriloquist's puppet, but its character gives me
some inclination of things to come.
Peanut. . . you win. You made yourself quite obvious,
and I have no doubt that you will initiate that stance
on Life the day you see the sunlight.
Here's hoping I have all the answers to all the questions.
All the right words and actions.
The right ideas.
Here's to doing the right thing and never breaking,
especially when someone else is counting on it.