Just a candle in the window.

There’s good and bad days. On those bad days all I can figure is, that I left my life, my wishes and dreams together with you somewhere beyond the Baltic sea buried under the memories of dreams. How can I conquer the world if my world ends right on a wall of doubts. Doubts about almost everything. On a good day I am so busy I can’t start thinking about all of this.

That shall tell you how i miss you
Sometimes it hurts
Sometimes it heals
My heart

i believe.