…Sometimes reading other people’s diaries feels like peeking through the window…
Melancholy travels through the DDLand…I can see where she already visited, leaving wet traces of worn out tears, broken thoughts and dried hearts…feels as you can reach out and catch her, clench her into your fist, carry to the ocean shores and throw far far away…just a wish, you know…certain things we incapable to change…something’s going on. With me or around this place…Today I suddenly had this wish to hide away and reminisce few years ago…sometimes all that we can do is – recollect our memories…Only so much…
And the eternal question: what was real and what was – fake? Can we assume that the person on the other side of the wire is real? And if not, does it matter? I’d say, if we ever only “see” what others show us, then it must be the real part of them for us, since we know no other...
That’s a magician’s trick – to be real to whoever believes…
Like in a magic fairy land we are doing little hocus-pocus action desperately trying to be that perfect dream for someone else…or to catch one of our own…and the theme of Perfection has been already discussed elsewhere so well, that I can’t really add anything of my own…I’m among those who’s got it wrong. I always try to be better then I am, to be closer to Perfection level...but now I’m asking myself: why?! Someone said to me once…
you can’t try to be perfect, That ruins it…you just have to Be perfect…
Guess, life will be less exciting if I would...
Melancholy travels through the DDLand…I can see where she already visited, leaving wet traces of worn out tears, broken thoughts and dried hearts…feels as you can reach out and catch her, clench her into your fist, carry to the ocean shores and throw far far away…just a wish, you know…certain things we incapable to change…something’s going on. With me or around this place…Today I suddenly had this wish to hide away and reminisce few years ago…sometimes all that we can do is – recollect our memories…Only so much…
And the eternal question: what was real and what was – fake? Can we assume that the person on the other side of the wire is real? And if not, does it matter? I’d say, if we ever only “see” what others show us, then it must be the real part of them for us, since we know no other...
That’s a magician’s trick – to be real to whoever believes…
Like in a magic fairy land we are doing little hocus-pocus action desperately trying to be that perfect dream for someone else…or to catch one of our own…and the theme of Perfection has been already discussed elsewhere so well, that I can’t really add anything of my own…I’m among those who’s got it wrong. I always try to be better then I am, to be closer to Perfection level...but now I’m asking myself: why?! Someone said to me once…
you can’t try to be perfect, That ruins it…you just have to Be perfect…
Guess, life will be less exciting if I would...