Reality has its' own Middle Finger

How I hurt people when I didn’t mean that. Karma always followed after. How the people I loved walk away from me, and how a trust so strong just vanished as if it never meant to be. Beautiful tales, ugly chronicles, sorrow, pain and cold happiness jump in my life one right after the other.“Count your blessings instead of sheep” that’s what people said to me. Yes, I do admire how life gave me wondrous coincidences that always happen and I believe it was something destined to be. The state of emergency is where I want to be. I’m thankful for my life, friends with their laughter and enemies with their lies that make me realize how life is just one package of drama, reality, a bold and strong feeling called truth. Just how people manage to make it as attractive or hideous as they want it to be. But one thing for sure I’m fed up with this episode. I need a getaway, someone that dares to take me somewhere I could test my courage on life’s ugliest side. Like New York, where individualistic is the only thing that matters, or Europe, where I can die artistically among the true meaning of art, and perhaps Japan, where I can taste a bit of radical fashion & technology of the future. Dreaming of distant imagination brought me back to the same moonlight. It`s just bright and quiet, shining on my optimism of a new life. I know when I’m not here anymore, I’m still looking at the same full moon…it never changes.