1:56 am
“Welcome back”, I tell myself. I am somewhere safe again. I do not fear falling off from the gravity although
I do dread getting stuck in between cosmic cavities. I heard they eat you when you are not
ready. When you are too lax and
disheveled. This time, I am simply
intoxicated but loving the intoxication, the way I have never delighted on
anything in my entire 20 years of living.
If I wake again my smothered self then I do succeed on
proving loss and silliness. I am not
stupid this time. I am just a little
jumpy. My heart is. My life is.
Here goes crazy writing again. I miss this very much. The last time I did this, I had a
dumpster-overload of soiled clothes and mice under my bed. It was nightmare and I didn’t want to move
out from my covers. It was like waiting to grow mandrake roots, not cultured
but wild on my back to the mattress. Fatal slobness
was always the best way to get away
from everything pretentious around me. To get away from laundry and to get away from unexplained paranoia. I almost was a hermit. But more like a lazy prick.
And now, I am happy. In love and happy. “Welcome back
self!”
