i realized that something great was about to happen. great like a new paragraph. like a new song from my favorite artist. great as a weekend in the winter. great as passionate sex. i felt my bones itching, my sweaty palms and my bumbling tongue rhythmically dancing inside my mouth while waiting. waiting the great thing that was about to happen. sometimes somewhat and somehow somethings like to show their great sides along with great signs and flopping wings of a multitude of reasons to smile like a bird. so that was me. smiling. itching. sweaty. bumbling words in this world of solitude. finding myself behind of this wooden mask that says nothing but smile. a faded and vicious smile. and for the time being, the time is passing, the days are dying, there's nothing left to it. you may say i'm a dreamer. no, i'm not singing. stop it. i'm a dreamer. daydreamer daydreamer. please don't wake me now. i realized that this dream is not enough. no substance to firmly handle my own hope. it seems to like the floor. to fall back, to fall down, to fall out. good bye hope and dreams and lovely days. it's monday and there's nothing we can expect from a monday, except it's a new dawn, a new day, a new life. and i'm feeling... not so good. but not bad either. my bones itching. my palms sweaty. bumbling like a hurricane. waiting, just waiting, for another monday, another birthday, another new years eve. suprise. it's about to happen. just a sec. justasec.
