Before you go to sleep
Say a little prayer
Every day in every way
It’s getting better and better.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.
I am writing this, loathing a frightened soul, this noisy world, all these beautiful-from-afar, CO2 emitting floating stars. It has all the glitter, yet the glow is only to shade all the ugly scars. Wounds make us who we are, and this tide of turbulence stirs up all the absurdity within me. Nothing is happening. The storm conquers only me from within. One feels like being a tree whilst everyone happily gets their share of the fruits; only that the tree itself is not watered.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. Say a litter prayer.
Beautiful means nothing at all. The crave to find my equilibrium is another self-denial.
My favourite quote says finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.
I finish my today suddenly in a hotel room overlooking my dear harbour, because I need solitude so much. And I am going to be done with it.
The water is steaming. I am writing this with a ridiculously frightened soul.