Thoughts and memories

I'm probably used to pouring out my thoughts, experiences and memories in posts... here.... and it happens that I get asked who a post is dedicated to. It's quite amusing to see the subtext in every word, photo or hashtag. One way or another our thoughts intersect with people, events or places, but... nothing is born from nothing. It is the fate of man to walk through life in more ways than one. This is only an analysis of the past, it is hardly worth living it, because there are many more beautiful, better, brighter and lighter things ahead. To live in the present? Grab the opportunity, eat and bite the moment that happened, without thinking why and why it is now... Only if the devastation comes, whether it is moral, physical or emotional... the head turns on and begins to search, self-searching - the "woman" wakes up. Or maybe it's true love and hope?

Everything about me gives away my sanity,
I'm a very serious man.
My life is overflowing with meaning
I read two books at lunchtime.

I'm going to work with a serious face
Business plans for an entire headquarters
Monday through Saturday
And then ... the broad wakes up.

I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings,
But her twisted mind
Makes me sit up
Not the pages of all kinds of chickens.

Makes me want to keep an eye out
Who else did you sign up for
Baba, let me live in peace!
Neither you nor the others have given up on him.

That broad is such a catch,
That woman is a mess!
He says to me, "show me a picture.
So that he is sure to be sorry!"
Common sense in the background
Talking me out of it,
But my hand is already on my phone
Picks the quote of the day.

All saints and adequacy,
Kind of makes it very clear,
I'm sorry, we've got a lot of nerve,
But I don't think he cares.

But the stubborn broad gets in the way:
"You had a dream last night
From Thursday to Friday, by the way.
So he definitely misses you!"

So what if it's been half a year.
So what if he never called once...
He's so fucking proud!
Sitting and waiting, anyway.

He also had yesterday
There was a sad song playing in the car,
Maybe it's a sign for me.
Like, "I miss you.
Let's start over."

Also! A woman whispered to me
He goes to the movies with others,
To make me jealous
It's a cunning plan, that's all.

A very long, hard fight
The point with the inner queen:
He doesn't check in with you on your stories?
Anyways comes in with a left!

© Jana Mkr.

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