… And she’s sitting on the same old chair… looking outside the foggy window, watching the snow fall in thirteen different shapes… the truck turns into the narrowest street and the only warm soul is the hot dog mate under his *yellow* shield…
The clock
is
ticking
11:39:41
42
forty three,
four
and
five
tick
and
tock
F$^%in’ hell!
she has
*butterflies*
all around her;
drowning down
in her mind,
her own soul
and
her veins.
S
– So let’s hope something good happens soonish.
– The good has already happened in your heart cause you have a soul.
– Hmmm…
– Oh, yes!
“When you are dealing with the blackest side of the human soul, you have to have someone who has performed heroically to balance that out. You have to have a hero.”
— Ann Rule
The room is frozen with nonsense;
full of irrelevance not less than a harsh poke
right into my head.
My words to you:
Your quietness does not bother me;
it only makes my smile wider than
yesterday.
S
I said a big farewell to *oh-nine* three nights ago… stopped the speedy roller coaster by walking on wet cobblestones of ancient Roma, puffing on Marlboro (the light ones!) days and nights… quite well caffeinated…
Got back to reality fully calm and promised myself to read more (already half way through Bauby’s “The Diving Bell and the Butterfly”), to write more, to listen and observe my surroundings more, to give out more love and bigger smiles, to be a better soul to my own self and the rest of the world… and for them I wished less guns and more roses…
Buon anno!
S
The green ceiling
atop the reddish bricks
breaks my heart
into
“wordless worlds.”
I want to live
with no eyes staring at
my life;
In a world
less any tears
and guns.
S
Dear *man* above:
Thank you for putting me to the test.
I think I’m doing a good job this time!
Très yours,
S
“I can picture in my mind a world without war, a world without hate. and I can picture us attacking that world, because they’d never expect it.”
I’m not even sure where to start. I wouldn’t call it laziness, more than I would consider it a blank mind. A writer’s block, if you will. The constant nagging voice of putting my thoughts into words has not left me alone for the last couple of months. It was more to rescue me from going mental.
The month of November. Bloody hell. Craziness in its strangest, yet its most precious, form. A nonstop roller coaster that I was riding at full speed for the entire thirty days. Events which changed my life, its style and my perspective on it for a while or maybe from here on out. Surprises from job-related decisions (not mine) to a visit from afar. From a wedding – not mine (again!), but one in which I played a special role – to singing out loud with Dolores O’Riordan just the night before. A short trip, yet a *magical* one, to beloved London town. A shorter train trip to the stunning city of Paris. All surrounded by special people and their life-enhancing attitudes towards the world and its belongings. What a treasure!
The month of December. More than halfway through. Already?!! The roller coaster is still going, not with the same pace and not as bizarrely as the previous month, but the longest one from the poor mind to the poorer heart. The ride will continue, as it’s already planned and without me (or anyone) having a clue.
As scary as that may sound, it’s going to be an exciting one.
Catch you all soon!
S
Go *White*…
