As if I could write a story She sat in the living room on the sofa deeply in her thoughts. Her headset plugged into her phone blasting away her brain with her 24/7 songs. She usually never listened to any text lines, only melodies and rythms were important. But in this case it seemed like ironie when she stumbled over these songs of the German band Blutangel which means something like blodangel. Sure not many people would care for that kind of music belonging to the genre dark wave. But is was great to carry her emotions. And the text of her favourite songs were just fitting in to what she thought or needed to say. Live your dream, all these lies, ice soul... She wondered herself about, how she ended up sitting here, thinking about the last few months, year, years. And she had not expected that it would effect her at all. But it was a multicasual cascade of events that caused her sitting here by herself, trying to figure out, what to make out of this.