Und der Haifisch, der hat Tränen
And the shark, he has tears
Und die laufen vom Gesicht,
And they run from his face,
doch der Haifisch lebt im Wasser -
But the shark lives in water
so die Tränen sieht man nicht.
So no one sees the tears.

In der Tiefe ist es einsam
In the deep it is lonely
und so manche Zähre fliesst
And many tears are shed
und so kommt es, dass das Wasser
And so it happens that the water
in den Meeren salzig ist.
In the sea is salty.

~*~

Die Liebe ist ein wildes Tier
The love is a wild animal
Sie atmet dich sie sucht nach dir
It breathes you, it looks for you
Nistet auf gebrochenen Herzen
It nests upon broken hearts
Geht auf Jagd bei Kuss und Kerzen
And hunts when there are kisses and candles
Saugt sich fest an deinen Lippen
It sucks tightly on your lips
Gräbt sich Gänge durch die Rippen
And digs tunnels through your ribs

Lässt sich fallen weich wie Schnee
It falls gently like snow
Erst wird es heiß dann kalt am Ende tut es weh
First it's hot, then cold, in the end it hurts.

Amour Amour
Love, love
Alle wollen nur dich zähmen
Everyone just wants to tame you
Amour Amour am Ende
Love, love, in the end
gefangen zwischen deinen Zähnen
Caught between your teeth.

~*~

Komm in mein Boot
Come in my boat
ein Sturm kommt auf
A storm is coming
und es wird Nacht
And night is falling

Wo willst du hin
Where do you want to go
so ganz allein
So very alone
treibst du davon
You are drifting away

Wer hält deine Hand
Who will hold your hand
wenn es dich
When it pulls
nach unten zieht
you under

Wo willst du hin
Where do you want to go
so uferlos
so boundless
die kalte See
the cold sea

Jetzt stehst du da an der Laterne
Now you stand by the lantern
mit Tränen im Gesicht
With tears on your face
das Tageslicht fällt auf die Seite
The daylight falls to the side
der Herbstwind fegt die Straße leer
The autumn wind sweeps the streets clear

~*~

Sie stehen eng umschlungen
They stand with their arms tightly around each other
ein Fleischgemisch so reich an Tagen
A mixture of flesh, so rich in days
wo das Meer das Land berührt
Where the sea meets the land
will sie ihm die Wahrheit sagen
She wants to tell him the truth

Doch ihre Worte frisst der Wind
But her words are eaten by the wind
wo das Meer zu Ende ist
Where the sea ends
hält sie zitternd seine Hand
She holds his hand, trembling
und hat ihn auf die Stirn geküsst
And kissed him on the forehead

sie trägt den Abend in der Brust
She carries the evening in her chest
und weiß dass sie verleben muss
And knows she must wither away
sie legt den Kopf in seinen Schoß
She lays her head in his lap
und bittet einen letzten Kuss
And asks him for a last kiss

und dann hat er sie geküsst
And then he kissed her
wo das Meer zu Ende ist
Where the sea ends
ihre Lippen schwach und blass
Her lips, delicate and pale
und seine Augen werden nass
And his eyes tear up

Der letzte Kuss ist so lang her
The last kiss was so long ago
der letzte Kuss
The last kiss
er erinnert sich nicht mehr
He doesn't remember it anymore


...at least I translated them, amirite

I've been working on Jeremy and Mace's story/graphic novel, titled Acquainted with the Night. The script is coming along, lots of editing of course, but I have a solid idea of what to do with it.

Here's a peek at the script (Jeremy is also the narrator btw):

JEREMY: "This-- this isn't right...!"
MACE: (Drops the dead man to the bloodied pavement.) "Right... right, left, right, wrong... It doesn't make sense, not anymore, not ever... because nothing has ever, ever, been right."

(Jeremy stares at him, silent, stricken.)

NARR: The wind whistled against the mouth of the alleyway, smearing the scent of blood, garbage and dirt across the city's face. Gradually, it seemed his outline softened, blurred, the red draining from his eyes. Then he turned--

JEREMY: (Putting a hand out as if to halt Mace.) "Wait!" (He takes a few steps forward, catching up to Mace, who had paused to pick up his top hat.) "I'm-- I'm Jeremy." (He holds out his hand to shake-- Mace doesn't react.) "Uh. What's your name?"
MACE: (Settling the top hat on his head.) "...Mace."

~*~

I plan to have the script written before I begin drawing anything... so this will probably be a fairly lengthy process. At least the comic is finite-- it has an end.

Funny thing, characters... they're not afraid to say things we think. Writing has been... cathartic.

Sometimes it rains inside my head
All the words run dry

I've been thinking a lot about Mace recently. And Rask... there will be comics for both of them, someday. They say things I can't, like maybe about how sad it is that we need other people so much, yet we can never know what it's like in their heads, with all their experiences, emotions, and perceptions. How sometimes we come across people we would give everything for, and how some of them are worth it, and some of them aren't.

I want it to be sunny again...

I'm so sick of the tension
Sick of the hunger
Sick of you acting like I owe you this
Find another place to feed your greed
While I find a place to rest

I've always said that I could count my closest friends on one hand, but in past years that number barely fit on one hand, and those that did were solid friends. Last night I realized that that number is now three. There are three people I can trust with any information about my opinions, feelings, experiences, and thoughts, without the fear of them misunderstanding, judging, or ridiculing me. These people fall within the following criteria:

*Two are girls; one is a boy.
*Two are NOT on campus.
*One is not in Ohio.
*All three are interested in art.
*One has his or her own online comic.
*One has blonde hair.
*One can speak another language.
*Two of them like wolves a lot.
*All three are on deviantart.
*Two have played and story told for Dungeons and Dragons.
*Two are at least 3 years older than me.
*I have known one since high school, the other two I met in college.

You three probably know who you are from this list. I want to say to you three, thank you. Thank you for being there for me. Thank you for being caring, sensible people who support me and my decisions. I love you all.

Of course not every friend I have can be as entirely supportive and close as these three; this journal isn't to diss those people, because they are still friends that would stick up for me, that would be concerned if something wasn't going well. This is for the people who I thought I could trust, who I wanted to trust, and who ended up not really giving two shits. The fakers, the energy-suckers, the self-absorbed. I'm sick of you, and I'm going to focus on the people in my life that really matter.