About Me
There are so many people crossing my stony path of life, there are so many "nobodies" who just see with their eyes, just listen with their ears and just speak with their mouth. Those people will never be able to see and to listen and to speak with their heart, with their feelings, with their faith, with everything they are. But a few people stumble in to my life. I know them on the first view, I hear them coming, I feel the words they say and I devotedly love them. These people walk on the same path of life, they fall off other stones than me, but they are on the same way. These people aren´t just friends, these people are my dears, my (platonical) love, my Angels.
"I believe in Angels"
I believe in them like others in God. I have no faith in the old-fashioned angels with long blond hair and lightblue dresses, which are high above the clouds for to take care about the weather and which are near to God. In my definition Angels have another meaning and importance. I know Angels, real Angels, but wingless ones, which aren´t able to fly. These Angels understand my definitions, my principles, my self represantation, but they don´t/could not share my way of thinking. I keep my train of thought secret, cause it is enough for me that I know who I am. Nobodies should not know my inner worth. But Angels see it, Angels should know it. But there are people who could fly in thoughts, these people have wings, these are Angels. There exist just two persons in my life which are flying natures and it is an honour for me to know them, to know that I discern them. I could not say how much people I call nobodies have the potential to fly. But my flying and also wingless Angels are all I need.
My beloved Angels are the few people who changed my life, the people who give me hope, love and sometimes a little more realism. I need them not to spread my wings and fly into the unknown. My hereos fetch me back as often as they can, but sometimes they can´t take the opportunity to protect me, because I get out of reach. The higher you fly, the deeper you fall. But the few people who at least try to catch your fall are real hereos. A "thank you" feels ashamed in front of the importance of trying. But I thank my Angels for just beeing theirselves.
I thank you Nina
I thank you Marie
I thank you Frodo
I thank you AnnaStern
I thank you Thomas
I thank you Mom & Dad..
(Mel)
