Werewolf

I have always wondered what kind of werewolf would I be. Yeah, that's how I spend my free time. Thinking about all the 'practical' and 'useful' things. 

 

I can just imagine myself while answering the questions like: 'How's your typical day?' and 'What do you usually think about?' 

That conversation would go something like this:

-Well, you know, 'Sometimes I believe in as many as six impossible things before breakfast.'-

-Quoting Alice?-

-Well, we just have some things in common.-

-And these things would be?-

-Depends on the morning.-

-OK. Take, for example, this morning.-

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-I believe that I am as cool as Derek Hale.-

-Aha.-

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-And as funny as Stiles.-

-Go on.-

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-I believe that the things I write will change somebody's life. One day, I mean.-

-Yeah?-

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-And I pretend that my tea is purple.-

-You pretend?-

-Yeah, I just pretend. It's standard black tea. Or mint.-

-Why purple?-

-I have no idea.-

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-I also believe that our Earth is a perfect place to live at. Live in. Whatever.-

-And it it isn't?-

-No. But I pretend that it is. Before my breakfast.-

-What's number six?-

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-I pretend that I can silence my brain. I pretend that it's calm, serene, brand new unused thingy.-

-How's that going for you?-

-Not so well. It's always too loud.-

-So what do you do after that?-

-Nothing. I just go on with all the typical, daily stuff. And I wait for the night.-

-To do what?-

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-Tonight? Howl at the moon, of course.-

Grandma

Tired. But cheerful.

When I see myself as a grandma, I do think of myself as tired.

Not in a bad way.

I would like to think: ''I am tired and ready to go to sleep.''

 

This means: ''I had  a wonderful and exciting life, I have no regrets when it comes to serious life choices, I learned about love, I gave it, I received it, and now I am ready to go.''

That is good tiredness.

 

The bad one would be: ''I want to be twenty again, and get a chance to do everything, or live most of my life, differently.''

That is my fear. Getting at this point, when I am all wrinkled, at the twilight of my life and think: ''I didn't say all that I wanted to say. I didn't do what was necessary. I didn't laugh enough. I didn't make enough mistakes.''

 

I would like to die like my grandma. 

She died peacefully, in her bed, tired, but satisfied. She was surrounded by love.

I remember being quite angry because I lost her.

But later, my rage turned into gratitude.

I had that honor of having her in my life, the honor of being held by her hands, watched by her eyes, and protected by her heart.

I miss her.

I miss you grandma.

A Wise Gipsy

So,

Love will crush you.

In an infinite number of ways.

But you will love love more than your very own being.

And you will want more of that destruction.

That is not my divination.

 

That is a divination made from the remnants of past.

No crystal ball will ever possess more wisdom on the matter.

It aches to love. You tear. You curse yourself sometimes.

And if you gain happiness, no song can ever portray the beauty of being you.

You get to be the master and slave of your own heart.

And you dwell in that contradiction with pleasure.

You wouldn't want it any other way.

Hollow

It has,

No meaning.

No substance.

No resonance.

No sensation.

No sentiment.

No warmth.

No sympathy.

No zeal.

No love.

A Joke

Just another fool.

Promises that never come true...

 Little, White Lies, spread like a disease...

Pretend not to see the dark spark in the eye of a friend...

Pretend not to know when you do...

Pretend not to ache...