Stop reading my post!

So damn it!

Get out!

Live your life!

Stop thinking about the smallest problem you have now but of which you're certain is the biggest!

Start over!

Leave everything behind if you feel like it!

You can be anything you want to be!

Fuck it, i'm out of here. I'm off to change the world. See you there.

Time has no friends.

06.30 am - My alarm rings.

06.45 am - I finally get out of bed. The sun feels too bright again.

06.50 am - I can hear the water pouring into the sink as i wash my face.

06.51 am - I look into the mirror. White skin..perfectly sculptured face..clear green eyes full of possibility.

07.00 am - I hear the door closing behind me. Alot of green in the horizon.

07.00 am - 22.00 pm - noisy cars, music tracks, friendly figures, less friendly figures, books, deadlines, iced mocha, kissing, torn up dresses, cigarettes, flashing lights, music tracks, noisy cars

22.10 - I hear the door closing in behind me. The house looks empty.

22.25 - I hear the water running down the sink.

22.26 - I wash my face. I look into the mirror. White skin..less perfectly sculptured face..clear green eyes one day lacking possibility.

100 years from now this house belongs to somebody else. The walls have a different shape. The photographs are kept in a box though nobody clearly remembers what their story is. Mine is there too i guess. A feminine shaped figure, with white skin, clear green eyes full of possibility. We only stay perfect for one blink of an eye.

Lowlife

So right now I'm in the kitchen, trying to re'do the dinner menu, since i was so overwhelmed with my thoughts that i burned the first attempt. I like to cook.

And as i was cleaning up the leftover expressionist masterpiece on the counter, i started to wonder..about something i once heard ..god, what was it again? See, let's pretend you're on death row. What would you want your last meal to be? (Smile) , i think i'd choose a chocolate cake. I love chocolate you know. I think it's my most intense vice. Other than my music that is. And speaking so..if you were on death row, what song would you like to last listen to? Tell me, what?

While cutting the tomatoes with a firm movement, i glanced at the knife, simply because i saw the reflection of my own eyes in the blade and for a moment it startled me. So indeed, there is a last time for everything. Do you ever think about that?

What book will be the last one you read? what movie will be the last one you see ? whose lips you're last going to kiss? We're all on death row you know..

I know you're not ready to live, but are you ready to die?