Today I’m choosing to stay in with my bed, no side dishes, no dessert. The fact that it is raining like hell, might change my mood from being neutral to “too lazy to speak”. So I made a quick imaginary what to do list in my mind and settled things out. Everything perfect until almost all of my friends started typing me to go out, invites coming out like almost simultaneously and to be honest wish I could be in an adecvate mood to just put a dress on and shine like the moon, but sometimes even that pretty moon has its antisocial days and nights, like at least once a month (let it be twice). So because having a shitty mood, as a normal person you try to explain them that you are not in the mood to go out. First you think : “Okay, I might try to be in the mood”, you try your best for your friends sake ! But guess what ? Your mood is still freaked up ! No matter how much you would try, you just can make it straight, even if gold would fall out of the sky (that would be nice tho, but no, still to lazy to get up and go out in that dirty rain).
I had a dream last night, it was weird. I was a little girl, walking through a lavender field. With long red curly hair, dressed like a scholar. With a navy blue skirt, white shirt and stockings and a white-collar. The sun was up, so warm, yet so cold. Burning my white skin as I was moving forward, searching for something unknown yet so familiar … Suddenly started raining with big drops, hitting the ground hard as a war was starting between the sky and the earth. The two Goddesses, Sky and Earth fighting for the honor of the Galaxy with maces and shields, turning the field into a wonderful thunderstorm show. I can hear their screams while I walk away from the lavender field, wish I could stay longer to watch them fighting. I have to move forwards, something is calling my name, I hear it echoing into my head. I start running as the rain stops, so it is over. One of the Goddesses won, while the others are mourning the defeated one. The sun is shining again with all its strength, powerful as ever. Stunning me, burning my skin. I feel my legs shaking and trembling. I want to shout but I can’t.
*Tumblr reblog day*
(random stuff from tumblr)
*Off-topic : Yesterday I watched “The Grand Budapest Hotel” with my good friend from more than letters (if you’re kind to click the link ^smiles^ ) and if you’re into adventures and a fiction-lover, go for it ! You will like it.*
Song of the day : Alexandre Desplat – Mr. Moustafa
*8 a.m. – the alarm is ringing through my sour dream.*
Waking up in a roller coaster. I’m up here in my little black outfit, black pumps and my J. Lennon sunglasses. After I’ll finish my coffee, I’ll be ready for another ride.
Why are you hanging out there ? I see you abandon the field, afraid to risk, afraid to not get hurt. Afraid to not die. I saw you creeping around, maybe you’re playing hide and seek, maybe you want to run away like a coward … Do you like the winter ? I love coldness, white, snow. Winter is my boyfriend, but I’m in an love affair with the summer. When my soul is frozen, summer will embrace me.