To whom it may concern
When your whole life comes crumbling down once again you do what you know best. I do what I know best. I do not and will not ever for as long as I am able to take one breath I refuse to fall down yet I assure myself by falling back on what I most certain of.
Those are not secrets of unraveling the universe nor are any of them of significance for others.
You call it routine. I call it means of sanity.
I hate it that I’ve allowed myself to trust and to get involved once more after I swore and cried that I wouldn’t. Yet I shed my skin once more and felt comfortable to give it another go.
And now I have close to nothing with respect to my other than material being.
What remains if not relying on that and those that have proven to be what I needed and were there for me in my hour of need.
I still drink my tea every morning. I still smoke with innuendo. I still speak my mind with the passion that I am capable of. I still dwell too much on issues and tend to over analyze what needs not to be even given a second glimpse. I still love so many things and yes I am still capable of loving.
I am still me.
I will forever be me, continuously evolving, improving, laughing and sometimes being a bitch.
just cuz that’s the way I am.
Raluca
