Mirrors…as in reflections of what’s on your mind…Mirror of your soul…few scattered images of the shadows of thoughts, emotions, feelings…meant not to cause response or solve a puzzle, but just be set free like a bird that no longer belongs to the cage…
It’s interesting how you could walk into somebody’s day every day with no expectations and be left with emptiness…and now I’m asking myself: will they notice it at all, if I stop doing that?.. I feel how I am not sure anymore...
I am irritated by the dead ends and have an urge to cut them off. So I’ve booked a haircut appointment. The next few days after which I will be miserable and moody. By definition. This will happen on the 1st of April. Not a practical joke. Just a coincidence. Fools day…I wonder who will be laughing after the hairdresser’s.
There is that wish to stay off the crowd for a while. Not hiding, just not shouting aloud “here I am, world!” gives time to reflect into your thoughts…like the sensation of being a shadow in the dusk…still there, yet not visible much, distorted into the surroundings…not a dream yet, not real already…
It’s interesting how you could walk into somebody’s day every day with no expectations and be left with emptiness…and now I’m asking myself: will they notice it at all, if I stop doing that?.. I feel how I am not sure anymore...
I am irritated by the dead ends and have an urge to cut them off. So I’ve booked a haircut appointment. The next few days after which I will be miserable and moody. By definition. This will happen on the 1st of April. Not a practical joke. Just a coincidence. Fools day…I wonder who will be laughing after the hairdresser’s.
There is that wish to stay off the crowd for a while. Not hiding, just not shouting aloud “here I am, world!” gives time to reflect into your thoughts…like the sensation of being a shadow in the dusk…still there, yet not visible much, distorted into the surroundings…not a dream yet, not real already…