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Why aren't you writing back? I know that you have seen my messege. But why aren't you writing back? Is it because you just don't like me as much as I like you? Is it because you just aren't in love with me? Is it because that you think that you are to old for me? Or is it just because you don't have time? But than again, if you are in love with me, Wouldn't you have time for me? I tell myself that that you are shy and afraid of getting a no Just like myself, while I'm stirring at the chat. Now you are offline, You could at least had sad goodbye. And now you are online again. Is it just your facebook, there is messing things

Lost Part 3 A lightning tearing the sky in the two The wind threatening to destroy everything in its way The rain is pouring down, like it would never stop And here is we Hiding us To little children, alone and left on our own In the ruins of something that ones was a city And here are we hiding Trying to keep each other warm And sincerely hope to be found tomorrow Hoping that someone will come Comeback to this abandon, ruins city Maybe for looking after us Or maybe just to get their things A lightning tearing the sky in the two Again The sounds that follow's deafening Alex is leaning farther towards me I can feel th

Lost part 2 But after some time we find one. Silently we are sneaking around in the unfamiliar house. The blankets and pillows we find, do we take to the kitchen. Since none of the windows here are crashed. If we would, we could sleep in the beds there are. But it just feels wrong, to sleep in other peoples beds, also if they left them. I walk through the living room again. Here all the windows are destroyed. I continue to walk through the house, I want to make sure that we haven't forgot any blankets or pillows. I stops in front of a big mirror, in what I think was the parent's bedroom. I look awful. My long blond hair is tangled and d

Lost - Part one "Help" I'm screaming "Is there something wrong, Alix?" mumble my twin brother sleepy. "Wake op Alex" I shake his shoulder, until he wakes up. He sits op slowly. He is just as surprise as me, 'cause we're in the middle of a forest. I can't see the sky. And the trees are all so scary, they are all so tall and they are standing on lines. So I guess its men's work. "Come" Slowly I stand op, Alex does the same. I take his hand and begin to walk the way, I think, the forest will end first. We doesn't have to say anything to each other, we already know what the other think. But none of us dare to say it out laud. The longer int