achromatic

Words are the strangest of things.

While each of them cary a meaning few of them mean anything when they stand alone. And the message they convey as they huddle together to form sentances, is not restricted to a simple interpretation of the sequence of linguistic tokens. By small variation of the words, replacing some by seemingly identical synonyms, the undertone inprinted between the words can change. A formal language may turn the most loving of words into something only slightly more emotional than a VCR owners manual, while the smallest of punctuation differences can bring tears to ones eye.

So why have I opted to write in english instead of in my own mothers toungh? To be onest, I am not sure myself. Perhaps this foreign language help me distance myself from what I write, help me stand on the side and observe this I call life rather than write from within it? I often find myself expressing my thoughts from a third persons perpective. Analysing myself without emotional attachment. A forreign language helps my self-induced illusion of being someone else. And maybe, by occupying myself with german grammar rather than the emotions i try to express, I can get through it.

This is, however, only temporary. In frustration over my inability to find just the right english words to let you see what I whant you to see between words, i will probably switch  language.