Fantazēju. Iedvesmojoties no "īstās" dzīves.
– 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.
We sat and talked. For ages. It always went like that, from the dawn of the time – at first we didn’t know how to start and then we couldn’t stop. Conversation shifted and flowed and somehow we touched the simple, common jealousy people sometimes feel. Hating someone for succeeding at a good thing is what the little, petty people do, he said. I smailed. I might have worked all my life to be humble and don’t rush judgements on people, but I still agreed wholeheartedly.
Already after couple minutes conversation had shifted again, and we discussed some peculiarities in the human anatomy. Word was big, topics unlimited, but evening had only so many hours.
End of April, 2018.
This far her drug of choice was crazy exmarital sex, but a good dealer for this one was hard to come by.
Some people are bigger than society. Most of us are not. For most of us, society’s rules are our rules.
Completely out of context taken from waitbutwhy.com.
Way too much emotions, way too much words. Scrabbling, bubbling around, allowing neither order nor sense. Blarght. Elephants. Parrots. Cucumbers. Cumbersome. Let’s play the game. Equinox. Xylophones. Sugar. Rumpstelskin. Niagara. Adored. Daphodil. Lunar. To play this game it is nice to know a lot of words with different final letters. Some languages totally suck for this. But we must get somewhere with it. Without words there are no thoughts. Without thoughts there are no… No nothing.
In the middle of the March, 2018.