A few notes probably written while daydreaming or after one pint too many...
I found them funny so here they are.
[...] There are daffodils pouring out from her premature chin [...][...] Trains screaming in the midsummer chilly dream.
I bliss you [...][...] There must be a Pizza in our life [...]
[...] What's this weird equilibrum? It's not about balance at all: it's like when, in dire straits, you can't help but defining yourself... layer after layer, you build up your own jail, and the only thing that you can do then is see differences. Us and them, you and the world. Why do people want to be alone? [...]
[...] And as side dish: a blog please... is it hot or cool? [...]
It's indeed interesting... it's not balance, is a sort of "self defence", but... against what? I haven't seen anyone that, maybe deep into his/her soul, doesn't want to get close to other people. Is a sort of racial desire, or maybe, more widely, a law of nature.
Still, we build it... it's an amazing anti-utopic situation, where even if everyone wants something, in the end everyone does the opposite...