NOVEMBER 19, 2009.
Early in the morning.
"A cup of coffee and a cigarette please" -not that I like coffee or smoke 'cause I do not. For the last couple of days, a lot is going on in my mind and I've been thinking too much about it. Blame -and shame- on Gr.eek. A soulmate is somebody with whom one has a feeling of deep and natural affinity, love, intimacy, sexuality, spirituality, and/or compatibility -I can hear Beaver says Wik.ipedia. Not that I do believe in soulmates neither. But it kind of freaked me out, no matter why. Ask few friends around what name comes with soulmate talking of me. The answer seems obvious. Truth is, I have a brain damage -did I lose you along the way? 'cause I am lost. A friend of mine said to me that soulmates were not meant to be together,that it was the sad part of the story. He means a lot to me, and I do really care about him. I also know that he will always be part of my story. But it looks like I am aware too -maybe for the first time? or let say the second- that he won't be my story. Because of the past, and because of the present. And this freaked me out. Sure, we don't know what the future will be made of. But today, the only thing I have in mind are: coffee and cigarettes. This is my feeling about my end of the world right now. It might change -it will probably change- but I can't deny it.