I take an emotional break, cry a bit and have a cigarette. And then I move on to the next one and afterwards I feel free again. I feel like it's ok and that I'm gonna be fine eventually.
It's still surreal and I wonder if I ever will figure out how to mix the two parts of me but at least I sometimes have the energy to try to.
And that's why I love movies so much. They put me in different moods and they can really help me get going. Or falling.
I guess it's one of my choices of drugs. A quite healthy one.
And by the way - the book by Alan Warner is even better.
Sunday, September 16
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