I want what I don’t have, even worse, I don’t like what I have. As a result of being terrified of going to heaven alone, I make up utopia where everybody sings and there is no bad wine or double standards, where skateboarding is a crime. I like crazy, everybody knows me there. I’m addicted to love. I crave to be emotionally dependent. Men lie to get women into bed. Maybe my knight is not out there, and that’s why I’m crazy?
In this world people play games. Somebody will lose, big. All the sex, lies, second thoughts and politics are getting old. Everyone walking in the land of 'oh so serious' drained of all the color.
Big girls don’t cry? I am a fetus, I choose to cry with every movie. I choose to believe in love as hate is predictable. I will dance! Not move the hips in the rhythm of the song and stand there to be seen. No. Dance as if I am alone in the room, lose myself completely. You only die once.
Tomorrow used to be my favourite day of the week. Tomorrow I might be happy, yet I am not equipped for it, not in this world. In this world I prefer loosing, as when winning, there is no one to blame. In this world I like to drink my first coffee of the day slowly, teasingly, in all the compromising positions, just the way I like it.
Anyway, in this world I’m yours till they come. If he plays nice, one day I might choose to live with the rest of you, but right now I don’t want to emotionally grow up. So bite me!
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