When I wake up, I allow myself to be cranky for 5 minutes. When I step out of my house, I always prepare myself with a huge bag, bigger than me to ensure that I have everything I need to feel safe on the street. And when I am sleepy? I simply clean myself and hop into my bed, secretly hoping that I will manage to have a deep sleep that night, without my mind wandering elsewhere.
Everything is already programmed in my head, but to heal my wounded heart, will I always depend on time then? To need and to deny, that is the question. Am I being realistic, cynical, or just plain normal? Yep, I am denying myself again, it’s my guilty pleasure, endless addiction.
Just like Lenka said in “The Show”, life is a maze and love is a riddle.
