Black And White

Today was a bad day.
My dear customer called me to let me know he´s out of the project.
There is no substitute.

As you maybe know, Volkswagen fights "some problems".

I came home rather devastated.

Just to find this fun!
This scale.

Uups, no, these scales:

Ingo got 'em both, it´s "our motto", right?

Despite the rainy-not-rainy-whatever-weather Ingo wanted to go to the city and asked me to come along.

Since months I wanna dine out at XI.th Law, (my female customer told me they have near-Italian Pizza...)

Black and white, we got into a fight, haha, a rhyme.

It hurts between throat and heart and I feel like running away.

How, just how come.

He just let go of my hand, no, only finger, leaving me like that.
Earlier times I ran after him.
I don´t do no more.
He does not even care.

It.Hurts.Even.More.

It hurts.
I have to respect he´s sick so often.
Have to set "fun" in whatever case to the future.

He just walked away.
I walked on, I did not turn around.
It hurt trying to pretend I am strong.

Will I be able to enjoy the fun with the green and red scales-idea?

I know.

Tiny, little things, teenage-stuff.
But... if only I could also just let go and walk away.
Instead I bought movies and try to tell myself I´m really doing good, watching "The Ultimate Gift".
Sorry.
Needed to get it out.

Maybe job-crash and this was too much - the movie is worth watching.

Kid above stomping like crazy again.

I feel like running...