Fantazēju. Iedvesmojoties no "īstās" dzīves.
It was a nice sunny day and I had my favorite summer dress with a wide shoulder-exposing neckline. I had to wait her only couple minutes.
– Gosh, you look so good I can’t think straight! – I greeted her.
– Then don’t, – she kissed me on the collarbone.
The reason why I’m not friends with most of my exes is not because I hate my exes. It is because most of my exes are men, and sadly most men don’t know how to be friends.
Just for a moment things made sense, all the feelings. She decided to write that down. Nobody knows when the next time will be.
She is so tiny compared to me. He is so big. I think so highly of them both. And yet, here I am – worried that two of my old shirts don’t fit me anymore.
– I have to admit, you are snoring. Lightly, tho.
– You however were giggling in the sleep.
– Huh, really? I don’t remember…
– You were most certainly enjoying yourself!
It sounded surprisingly comforting when put this way. I used to talk in the sleep when I was in my early twenties, but hadn’t heard such reports for a long, long time.
– To distract ourselves from impending doom… Wanna come by tonight and play some Spiderman?
– Yes.
That was a good idea. It made me feel warm inside.
Middle of November 2019
What have you done?
You are insane!
… Can you bring God down?
/Shot Down in Flames, Silent Hill Origins OST/
Movement is bliss, halting is pain.
/Kirils no interneta/
I am lonely wherever I go
Sanctuary is all that knowAnd I dream of the sky
Broken clouds drifting by
And I dream of the sky
My utopian lie
Miracle of Sound, Dream of Sky,
burvīga pasāža
They say ‘common sense is not so common’, but in the black days it feels more like ‘common sense is so rare, it’s a clinical diagnosis’. In the good days it doesn’t matter because you’re Jonathan Livingston Seagull.
In the end of the April, 2018.