Sometimes I write things in the middle of the night, just because I don’t want to forget how I’m really feeling, even though I might deny them the very next day.
Going back to places I grew up in, isn’t as easy as is seems, as everything reminds me of early moments in life that could have gone in a different way, breakpoints I didn’t use when taking actions. How could I have messed things so badly…
What is life anyway? A stereotypical question for moments of denial and self exclusion from the present tense.
A series of events, questions and thoughts. Why am I falling in love with the same person over and over again? Perhaps is easier to fall asleep this way.
We create questions with no answers, so we can seek for something new from time to time and never lose purpose.
Beauty of the body and beauty of the mind, but what about the beauty of the soul and the beauty of all of these together, even the beauty of nothing at all. What if everything is beautiful about a person? Could you tell them that? That’s an overload of compliments and it sounds like it might not be true at all..
That’s why you say nothing, but you feel everything. It’s not really that bad, no, it’s actually good.
And you stop and move on, altough you know what a big lie you’ve just created. So you just stop. For a while.