My life is apuppet show!

Have you ever had the feeling of being controlled like a puppet?
This is my story these days. I plan my tasks everyday, go over my plans times and make sure that everything is going to happen just as I have scheduled; but…
There happens the unexpected from nowhere. So I have to switch to another plan. You know what? I am really tired of repeating to myself that “ this is the best for you”.

A lifetime contract

I also signed the contract.
Under “Terms and Conditions” it read: There is everything out there ; fame, power, ecstasy, passion, money, sex…
Mesmerized by the glory of this mirage we all rushed into an agreement without paying attention to the last line that specified: “This is a one way contract and can be dissolved at any time by any means including heart attack, car accident, cancer, earthquake, Katrina…”

Running out of time

I feel devoid of all the parameters that define me. I keep myself busy with stuff that may appear useful to others but can’t get rid of the threatening preoccupation of running out of time.


Completely unrelated: I am not sure whom I should hate you or myself.

Mournful Celebration

What did you wear? How was he? Where did you meet for the first time? Do you like him?…
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And I can’t help asking…
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And you can’t stop talking…
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But I don’t hear you anymore drowned in the obsession of losing you and confused whether I should celebrate or mourn.

Smile

The witch smiles at me again!I embrace it to feel the warmth before it is driven away.

Irreversibility

I couldn’t help counting the pathologies while looking at his distorted face : tangentiality, verbigeration, flight of idea…
He had definitely passed the line of irreversibility years ago and the image of him being a qualified engineer was high blurred in the mirror of time. Yet he insisted on getting the number of the woman who inspired the faintest hope of love in him.

My Forgetfulness

It seems to me that the half life of my neurotransmitters is too short; so as a compensation my brain oversecretes them to maintain the plateau but finally it is fatigued and at this time I forget everything until I fetch myself a new stimulus;more colorful, more versatile. And I wonder whether this is an ability or a defect and I start thinking about the freedom of choice bestowed upon us again.