negative.emotional.balance

I think I grew out of naive belief
In intentions that others may have
Wasting time on arguing motifs and impulses.
I no longer play psychoanalysis and apologetics.
Gave so many credits of reliance that I am in huge debt.
End of ends- I became behaviorust.
Now I only look.

...being stupid together.

I have lost myself on few roads
Hoping the one I am on is the precise one
There was a moment in time
where the entire world was left behind.
I lost something in this race on a wrong road.
Love is made of wonderful, little places,
where you can find the meaning of life.
Even if you try to live and dream without it
The heart will find its way.
Like a raft drifting on the river
You dont know where the stream will take you
Love might be a commonplace
But without it- this journey looses sense.
Because love is being stupid together.

Lubię moment...

Indian summer, summer of love, some would say.
What kind of love, I would ask.
But Gemini, May children were denied the so called "voice rights".
Indian summer, summer of love it is then.
Ends and goes to the season in which I am a part of the air,
in which I soak and I absolutely love it.
Into the season of suspended smoke.

I like the moment, when the sun comes down
I like the silence, interrupted by a gust of wind
I like to fall asleep to the sound of rain drops
I waited for the rain
City dried out copletely
Clouds of dust wander around the campus
And autumn finally began to smell

Autumn, like salvation,
to hide in leaves
up to my knees, up to my neck,
and to listen to Jeff Buckely on boards of floor :)

rhymes. rhythm. patter. hammer for the witch. and water tryouts.

In the morning I had a "life" talk, and thereafter- chocolate bar with Kim.
She told me I have happiness in my eyes and asked what happened.
I told her that it may be the pollen, that I am allergic to,
Linden or something along those lines ;)

Well, why you may ask? Because according to all norms and definitions I should still be unhappy. Maybe. I mean, I thought so. Well, I think I maybe should think like that. In meantime, I feel that there is zero to no room for the 'drama in few acts',
and more space for life and the rest of "real" things.

While on track of cogitation about this and that, I went back to work.
And thought about visiting Sue of Oz, at the world's fifth periphery.
Forest, foster home, monastery, whorehouse and nursing home
all are just few steps away from Sue's place.
Seriously- AWESOME neighbors!

Like every year around this time, when summer is not fully here,
but everything slowly heralds its arrival-beach syndrome turns on-
I think about sun sets, dancing, blasting music in my car
and soft, white-sheet bedding.
Simply. Just like that- after long weeks of winter city-laziness -
I start playing Deadmau5's 'Tiny Dancer'.

When I bellyache, linger, and generally can't get my shit together to leave the house- it is necessary to throw me under a heavy stream of (cold) water in the shower, with clothes on. Next, wash my hair, without taking my pants off.
Do you guys know how cool it is to have water flow out of your pant-leg? :D
Speaking of which, I found out what colours my laundry red,
Those damn socks I like so much.

pending.binomial.complacement

Hereby I state that my 'emotional' life is quite charming and very greedy time absorbent.
But let it be like this. Let it happen. I want a timestopper. So it stays like this forever.