Imaginary Life — Imaginary Beer

Almost 6pm, sitting on my bed, with time slipping through my fingertips, and God knows, energy too; and I wonder, when is it going to stop? All the misery and hunger in the world. I still question myself everyday, and can’t really find the answer to my questions in anything other than in hugging a big fat tree.

My hair today is way too greasy, but I’ll leave it;I just want to fly. Do you know who can actually do that? Don’t say birds because, Duh! That’s what they do. I have a new notebook and here I lie, assessing my life and personality. Is that alright with you? To drink wine straight from the bottle? It's cool only if drunk. I did a cooking attempt no.2 and it actually went well. Yey! Go me! Something edible for humans, finally! Relaxation and practice finally has paid off. Uff…

I met Jaelee earlier on today for a beer and a weird burger. It was fun, we laughed and our lives, at other people’s lives, at the world and looked back…

Looking back from time to time does it to me, it either makes me cry or shout or scream. In this case, we laughed. It was great. In a nutshell, let's just say, I’m glad that’s what they are: memories. Now I face my present and an uncertain future, which I love; the future I mean, not the uncertainty. (Just clarifying)Anyway, I’m stepping into new oceans, new waters of love and happiness. Sometimes there’s a weird smell in the air, but that’s what invisible incense for. I love life for what it has to offer and for what it stands for.

I need to cool down; Imaginary beer? Anyone?