The hot mornings make me get up early, much earlier than usual (which is still too early), I can not stand the heat. I put a cake in the oven and water the plants and care for my pets, if I would be just as organized and efficient with the emotions.
Stumbling into feelings and love affairs as an athlete too tired at the last hurdle, when the game seems won, almost to the finish line and then ... crash! and the whole world moves is in slow motion, I see slides of my life in slow motion, which seems to slow down even more sarcasticly close to my mistakes. Each scene is printed in the memory as the image on the film, slowly impressed in that place where I will not be able delete it.
Of course, we must not forget, you'll say, you learn from mistakes, of course ... bullshit! There are memories that should be forgotten with the same speed that mosquito bites go, itching and burning and absolutely useless.
The cake is baked, the aroma has spread in the house
I'll skip that last obstacle ... sooner or later!
S.
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