Saturday, 29 December 2012
I want to make today work. I’m not sure in what way-I just
want to feel good about today when it ends. I want to feel that sense of
completeness that would overwhelm the voices of doubt and insecurity. I want to
make today matter.
But I need help-because nothing is fun when you’re on
your own.
Friday, 28 December 2012
... 269
This year I felt good
about Christmas-and that by itself was already a miracle. I wouldn’t mind some
happiness as well if that’s not too much to ask. Please? Oh, well, maybe next year.
I wonder if my heart still remembers how to dance.
I wonder if my heart still remembers how to dance.
Monday, 24 December 2012
Homage
If you are happy and content, cherish it; if you love
someone, let him/her know it. Nothing lasts forever-neither happiness nor love
nor life. You never know when what you have will be taken from you.
I know it’s a silly advice…but once you learn that
truth the hard way it sounds silly no more.
R.I.P. my beloved Vincent.
Saturday, 22 December 2012
... 268
I’m up for a miracle today. Don’t disappoint me, OK?
When, if not now? A momentum as perfect as this one now might not come around
any time soon. And when it finally does I might not be around.
Sunday, 16 December 2012
... 267
Sometimes that “California ”
movie starts to make sense and that is, if not else, confusing. And there is
much else, of course. It makes me question my judgment and common sense even
more. It isn’t comfortable to feel like an alien stranded on a hostile planet.
Friday, 14 December 2012
... 266
And there seems to be
no comfort for me. Maybe I don’t deserve any. Maybe there couldn't be any.
Thursday, 13 December 2012
... 265
What a horrible day.
Every morning I bring
food to two stray dogs living next to the building where my office is; they are always together. This morning
only one of them came; the other one was missing. I searched the area for
her and found her lifeless body tossed on the lay-by by the road. 10 minutes
ago I went to check on her again-to be sure she’s really dead; and she was. I can’t
stop crying. She was such a sweet gentle soul.
I loathe people so much
right now.
Wednesday, 12 December 2012
... 264
Some days I really wish the world would end. If thoughts could
kill I would've been a mass murderer by noon.