Sleep.

She lied there.
There was no man. There was no light. There was no karma.
She lied there for weeks and weeks.
But nothing came.
There was no dreams. There was no wish.
It was just her, lying there.
On the bed, on the couch and on the wooden floor.
She would lie wherever her weak muscles would let her flow.
There was no hope. There was no life.
There was just her, naked, dead, choked.

She lied there, for ever more.

The mis-love

Sometimes we fall in love with the craziest things ever: With the dark side of a full moon, with a superficial sentence in a song, with a imperfect friend, a random kiss and a casual hug. It's just our hearts trying to keep us going, while you feel no true love for anything at all.

Question.

What separates a feeling, a dream and a obsession?

Maybe it's a dream when you will never reach it, and you know it.

When you almost can have that dream, but can't, then people start calling you obsessive.

But when you get you're dream, then people don't say that it came true, they just say that you had a feeling.

So, what separates a feeling, a dream and a obsession?

Their ending.

Spotless Mind.

"It was a gaze, wasn't it?", that's what she was asking herself for days, weeks, for almost a month. She couldn't sleep any more, because she knew that every night her dreams will push that memory closer to the back of her mind, and those dream would only confuse her every day more and more with stupid dreams of her and him, just the way she wants it to be, and not the reality. What had been the reality? She doesn't know anymore. Stupid dreams.

And now she won't sleep, thinking about the next time she see's him: "Will it be a gaze?"

Eat Pray Love?

Find yourself. The hardest thing to do. Some, never did. Some never will. Some will try their whole lives, and find themselves, and then get lost again. The hardest part? Fight the waves of NO's and YOU'RE CRAZY or YOU'LL NEVER MAKE IT, LOOK AT THOSE PEOPLE.

But where is the line the determines where you can compare yourself to others and where you can make it different? How can you fight against all odds just to follow your instincts without losing? Will you lose? If you go with your instincts, will you lose?

I never thought it would be this hard be face to face with what I want, I never thought I would be this scared. It IS so scary, to jump when everyone else is telling you not too, to swim against the currents when every one else is yelling that you will drown. You want to be brave, you have it in you that you should do what your little voice is telling you, but every single person is putting you down. It is scary, it is hard to be brave. But isn't almost every success story about that? About going crazy? Going the other way of the flow?

Can't help but wonder, how many people thought what I am thinking, went crazy and lost.

It takes your sleep, your hunger, your sanity. Fight, your heart say, stupid, your mind say.