There are several ways to loose your mind. To run away. To miss the spot. To be taken away. Sometimes you can be what you want to be. Some time does give you such a privilege.
-How do you say goodbye to someone you know you will most probably never see again and you know that your step was a little too strong and now your footprints are leaving the blood behind?
Apparently You can be somebody’s Prozac. And just like that I was your Prozac. Did not hurt before I realized. Next time I’m asking for your doctor’s prescription. Or a payment. This has got to stop.
-Normally I would have ran away. This time, just like a butterfly, I went straight for the flame.
-Just like a Little Prince, I always feel responsible for the ones I touch. And just like him, I was getting happier and happier as the hour of the meeting was getting closer. And no, I am not afraid to admit my own mistake. I kind of do like it.
He loved and he drove – like a mad man.
I did not fall. But I fell.
There was a footprint left on the heart. And for everyone’s sake there is only a little hope that there was not any other remarkable mark left as well. Just think about it – if he managed to erase the impossible, what other super powers does he have?
I’ve done it. I kept my word. I kept my promise. I took a risk and I enjoyed the moment. Could not feel happier? Consequences? Just like a hunger or thirst it will come. Probably joined with agony, physical and mental pain, but hey, at least I lived the day.
Why mean? I never thought to ask.
If you walk on a thin ice, you might as well dance. I walked on a thin ice. I played with fire. I played with fire on a thin ice. It’s just like going back to the same old casino at the end of the world. You know there is no way out and the risk involved is more than you could handle. But you still trust yourself. You still trust you luck. And sometimes – it does not neglect you.
For all I know we just switched the roles. Now I am enjoying and you are getting involved. Yes, it is once again just like playing with fire on a thin ice. But I am not afraid to crack. I am afraid of getting out alive.
Once again, I found myself in a crossroad. What do I do? Where do I go? Which turn do I take? Where do I close my eyes and open my hands? My heart?
We all make mistakes. At least mine ones are different. And you are getting stuck in the same ones.
I should have ran away, but I stayed. I should have gotten angry or at least sad, but I just smiled. I should have been older and wiser, but ended up just older.
For some reason he trusted me. Liked me in a way I guess. And I felt very much attracted. Not in a physical kind of the way. There was something about him that kept me staying.. on a blade.
Did I want to be Prozac?
He opened up and told me more than to any other average person. Definitely he told me more than he should have. My guess is – he just needed a friend. A real friend. And somehow I always end up being a friend. I should just change my occupation. Being a therapist might be just the very same thing, but at least they pay you big bucks for that.
`Do one thing that scares you everyday`. I guess he was mine for the day.
Walking the blade.