A cliched note i start with. Every day is a new struggle, a beginning (fresh or stale) and a different tale. every day leaves traces behind. every scratch of the day is a fine line tomorrow. the line leads you, breaks you, amends you... makes you want to live or die again. The circle has crooked corners. We rotate in lines. A smile flashes in pain, a fear paralyzes joy. A fear! I believe a fear can be your best pal. it never leaves you alone. Happiness also finds its best companion in fear. Fear of Fear, of losing something you acquired in abundance. Of never getting out of what you got yourself into ( not neccessarily shit!). Of unknown fears, of knowing more than you want to. Fear ... is a good host. It welcomes every feeling with open arms and drops it out of the conquered area after having let it stay as long as it wished and permitted.
Go on finding the end of the thread and you will end up wanderng in a loop. why am I writing all this? It's not merely killing time. What is more complex than you brain? I make a small effort to know myself. I talk to my mind. It says what i can't describe. it spoke blank today.
