My soundtrack to everything there is; everything there isn’t.
How do you fool your blood? How do you pretend something doesn’t matter?
I want to go missing in my secret catacombs.
I want to leave again and become someone else.
We’re not on the same page. In fact, we are two different books at the remotest corners of a huge library.
My heart used to be like a garden with sharp walls of pride and arrogance. For self-preservation purposes mostly, but that’s definitely something very noticeable when approached.
When we met, it surely didn’t feel like a wrecking ball. Nothing as brutal and destructive, or loud. Because that way, I would have noticed.
This morning after barely sleeping in a curled-up motionless pose for a few hours, after an attempt to finalise something crown on, with my macho buddies Rationality, Logic and Sarcasm, I see there are no walls around that garden any more. Just a hint of an old construction barely above the ground in places. But not more.
Are you going to the ceremony?
Have work to do. He seemed quite agitated weeks before it, don’t you think?
Yes, I think he was.
People tend to be so excited about their first weddings…
…I muse playing with my hair like I do when lost in thoughts, then suddenly raise my eyes to meet those of someone I’ve been helping with an engagement ring lately…
I truly must use the opportunity to shut up whenever one presents itself
…and then someone on Twitter starts following me, whose profile says
I JUST WANT A BOY TO LIKE ME AND THINK I AM PRETTY AND WANT TO KISS ME AND GO TO CONCERTS WITH ME AND GO CAMPING AND WATCH THE STARS
I start thinking how much I envy her limits but then slowly arrive at understanding there is a dimension where we are no different at all.
I have been overestimating the amount of time I have.
We are born, we die. And though I’ve been approaching the simplicity and the marvel of the notion in my own pace since childhood, I still tend to get lost in distractions.