Winter 2013/14

38.

Such a drunkenness! From all the anxiety of being constantly late; from the stresses of literal writings of all sorts; mental pressure of missing the moments; full time job; daily routine, which has to be run; non organized well-being and non existent motivation to do so. Coffees in the middle of the week, wayyyy over smoked cigarettes, lack of fresh air and a shortage of sleep- I am paying the price...

But plenty of gifts, plenty of flowers, plenty of money, plenty of the nicest surprises, plenty of new friendships to prove- Love is flowing! Plenty of poetry for breakfast at work (Michael D. Higgins this time- yes, the one, hehe) and music sweet music- to support. A bunch of creative ideas- sadly- losing a chance all to be processed...

And all of this- in a closed spaces and on accelerated motion mode- going into a danger zone of becoming a ghost here and an alien there...

by Brigita Stasun