I didn't know if it was day or night

I started kissin' every-  thing in sight

This is what I make myself feel like whenever it comes to drinking. Potion does not improve situations. It does make them worse. I know that, I've been through it. Literally. Keep thinking.

When Midas is king and he holds me so tight

and turns me to gold in the sunlight.

Insomniacs welcome. However this may end, the scene is not what the scene pretends to be. Pick up the pieces, put them back together and forget about what happened. This may happen like a dozen times in a row, but after all, you're just a confused mess, a bunch of remains of a former person with a real story. The sunlight won't release you and what's all the glamour worth without an honest meaning? Those sunbeams will choke you softly until you asphyxiate - unless you finally start breathing because you can. Whatever makes you feel like you have to give a special meaning to it all, the most important part is:

"Destroy what destroys you."

 If Midas, as the reincarnation of pressure, does - destroy him by simply being yourself. You've done this before, why wouldn't it work again?Furthermore. As long as you are somebody's (or even something's, which actually is somebody's) slave, you will never be blissful.

Affranchise yourself, get out of that golden cage. Get out of what someone, or something, or you - have built so you wouldn't consider fleeing. You went in there, you can go out. Good night.

The Good, The Bad & The Doll

"Little doll I can't forget

smoking on a cigarette;

in my life a real queen

prettiest thing I ever seen."

Supposedly, dolls are even more frightening than clowns. Especially the old ones with their blurry, unblinking eyes and their gloomy appearance. There's still much you can tell about the owner when you look at the doll, probably that is why they're that fascinating... and still they're never the way we think they are. 

They remind us of somebody's childhood, maybe of our own, of the dreams we had, the time we spent on never knowing what tomorrow would bring. Dragging us into a hole of memories; old, forgotten ones and those we would never think we'd remember. I guess, they scare us because they reflect the truth as well as the lies. The good as well as the evil. The humble as well as the proud. Our own ridiculously simple mind.

Today, I found one - and eventually threw it away in anguish and trepedition. Weird.

Protect me from what I want.

Il nous reste toute une vie pour pleurer.

Another sense- and needless day's ending. Yearning for more. Though apparently it's far better for us not to get all we want. Probably, the best things in life happen when nobody would actually expect them to. Unfortunately, most of all they're still barely reachable... So, how to react? Stop yearning. Stop hurting. Stop waiting and mourning, those passed times won't return! But, what makes it all pretty much more bearable: There will be better times. There will be better situations. Better days. Promise. We got to keep on living our life, however hard it may be, that is. And then, suddenly, it happens. One single minute may change about everything.
That's today's lesson. Keep it in mind.

Sad stories with marvellous endings

"Ravens fly in swarms - the eagle, however, flies alone."

Just watched this incredibly awesome film once again. 

Speechless - still can't believe how it always makes me cry! 

How come I have been so lucky?

Nothing more to say right now. Ought to sleep some time.