those weak sides crawling out of me like centipedes, strolling around my room, everywhere, they make me question the positiveness of my wish to remain a blessing. i feel tired, i raise my voice a little, i turn myself into a cocoon, and there it is, i am a plain curse.
today i found that little flecks of happiness still work, i found a little weather broadcast site, and i can now click myself quickly through vienna, milano, copenhagen, all the precious places for me, and voila!, a tiny smile, and the nose of my shaky boat is heading back to the havens of blessings.
why is it so hard to tame the character, to trust, to believe in eternity of kindness?
perhaps i need a new idea of how to love without fear, how to not care about that “blackness”, how to see the stars shining everywhere, how to offer boots to my centipedes so that they could cross oceans and go on an eternal vacation.
