marți, 22 iulie 2008

SHE...

She is looking at the people around her and she is wondering what the hell she's doing here...nothing really seems familiar, even though she knows she is in exactly in the same place as everyday, with the same people around, having the same lame conversations, smiling the same fake smiles and telling the same stupid lies.

She promises herself everyday that she would stop doing this soon...this is not the life she imagined she would have at this age. And this is certainly not the sort of person she imagined she would be...most certainly not.

There must be a way to take a few steps back...just a few steps...take a few different turns...she is still young, she can still change things around...

She looks in the mirror...a few lines here and there...but she might still be considered attractive...men still turn their heads when they see her in the street...so why the hell is she so paralyzed? why can't she make the move? why can't she embrace the life she dreams about having? what's stopping her?

Ever since she has been by herself, she started drifting away. She fights desperately to put some meaning in her time, in her days...that go by, one after the other...the same routine, the same boring stuff...she knows she is wasting time...but what could she do to stop this reckless way of living her life?

When she looks back ...what is it that thing that gives a purpose to her whole being? all she wanted was to do something really cool, really fulfilling...she still has time...but what can she do?

She is mediocre at best, in everything she does...she tried her hand at playing the piano, at painting, at writing and at designing fashion outfits...but nothing worked. she is just a common girl, common eyes, common tits and the most common legs ever. why do people say she's special? she looks in the mirror, but she cannot see anything...anything...

what are others seeing in her that she cannot grasp? why can't she just do something outstanding for a change...or at least do herself a favour and go somewhere where everybody can forget about her?

Instead she goes about her petty life...dreaming of big things and special meanings...trying to understand the mystery of the universe but too afraid to actually start searching for the truth...


She knows that she's utterly alone and lonely...

marți, 8 iulie 2008

Back from holiday



intotdeauna intoarcerea din vacanta e "dureroasa"... cand reusesti in sfarsit sa te rupi de toate, sa uiti de telefon si sa te relaxezi la malul marii...trebuie sa te intorci...

sa faci hiking pe dealurile spaniei e demential...sentiment de libertate, drive-ul de a nu te opri pana ajungi in varf... dorinta ca timpul sa incremeneasca si sa ramai simtind acolo, in momentul ala...cand totul e posibil si nimic nu pare de netrecut...

sau sa fii fercit cand ai marea soptindu-ti la ureche, ademenindu-te cu valurile si cu nesfarsirea ei...

a fost frumos in Spania...m-am bucurat de lucrurile marunte, de o raza de soare si de nisipul cald...de cerul albastru si de frumusetea palmierilor...