'If you cut your hair, you can travel Europe.'I woke up instantly.
Aia came into my dream, out of nowhere, and said the above. My eyes wide open, I turned my head and there lies my man, a complete work of art-'I can't just go to Europe'.
What is it that I need to let go off?
Chocolate, Cigarettes, apparently Long Hair, Warm, Good Days and sunny Tuesdays are just some of my addictions and habits. Aia meant, or I think she did, if I manage to get rid of one-ain't no stopping us now.
I wish I knew how to leave pieces of myself behind in order to feel the sun and rain fully. If I obtained something already, that is not me anymore, for I grew and deepened for that much, hence I don't need it anymore as it is now part of who I was. So, hanging onto what exactly? For me to fully comprehend and understand this is like helping a Retard to know God.
No, I do not want to become a mightier self, don't want to control me, I want to be free and do as I please. Though, Aia's 'message'/ 'order'/ 'advice' is hanging above me head in a shape of a green question mark. Don't know where the green colour came from?!
...Maybe if I just colour my hair? Nope, as I am sure mummy and daddy gave me this colour to match my eyes. Or just cut it a little bit? Maybe...
Universe will give me an answer in matter or some time and that would be exactly what I need. Whatever the answer would be, am just glad that I got to question and reflect, and self-obsess a bit more. The doubts over my addiction come knocking on every locked door.
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