Nevermind (What Was It Anyway)?

Sometimes I do think -and feel- that I do have a fantastic life And I would say, well, yes, it's just too fantastic that I am able to write about it  Even when writing it's really sacred to me And even when I use this blog to spit some words in a non-seriously way It's just that I love writing and I do understand where and when I'm gonna write seriously and not just for having fun like I do almost all the time 
2 weeks ago I was weak and sad  Because I believed on someone untrustable  For several months  But now I'm getting used to happiness Somehow it's funny  'Cause somewhere in time I read in the newspaper: 'Oh!!! Sagitarius Don't you get used to sadness You are able to get happy situations  It's up to you!!!' And, well, it was a sign  Like those signs refered by Billy Corgan inside the songs of Gish...  I guess...  Mmmmh... I'm kidding, of course

I disagree with philosophy But YEaH!!! Whatever, Nietszche wrote in someway or another: 'Signs are prefered by those wich are so uncertain about their lifes, that they need some kind of orientation'   What was all about signs? Oh, of course...

Everyday since she changed, I used to wake up at 6 a.m.   abruptly   from a terrific dream  and asked myself with painful beats of my heart: 'Are you slept now? Have you just awake? Are you goin' to school?  Are you taking a shower?'  And the point was that my thoughts were meaningless  With no direction at all  As Fiona Apple's song points out:

'What a wasted unconditional love!!!!

... On someone who doesn't believe in the stars'

I was numb and powerless from january to may  What an asshole!!!  I wrote her several letters  I was extremely sincere and patient  I really loved her  Even though she didn't fix me at all  I even liked the fact that she was just like she was  Completely opposite to me  

Like Kurt Cobain sang:

'Opposites attract'

She's not used to read a single book, for example  Not even for a year!!!  She loves to dance and to drink that kind of drinks I hate so much  -not related to kloster or guiness or jw and so on- And I'm afraid she was also too simple for me  But well you can't decide about it   You are just what you are and it doesn't matter when you feel attracted to someone  Love it's not a thing that you pick up  It's just like a ding dong knocking at your door  -whenever that door it's located-

And for several days I was like a zombie...  

But one friday I saw and I felt and I smelled and I had a crush  And I opened my eyes, unexpectedly!!! 

An unknown gorgeous lady emerged from nowhere  With diabolic kittie green eyes Enigmatic as The Sweet Hereafter  Young as the tales of Holloway Horns... The way it has happened The words that have been spelled out The facts that have been working out  The sensation of her lips so warm and soft  Like a burning-freezing touch...

It's awesome!!!  And I'm scared of feeling so happy  But I stopped making questions and I'm able to freely let it flow  Happiness it's, well, strange to me  But the best fit!!!