Venice

Do you believe in dreams? Do you think it's possible for it to happen? Some say that maybe you just think of that specific person or situation too much,  that's why it happened in dreams. It could be clever too, sometimes. Your mind and body knows that you were not thinking about it, then the dream comes, and in the morning you would realize you were thinking about it the whole night. Playful mind huh?

But for me, yes i could be guilty in the morning that i do think about these things and specific people at night before i go to sleep. My mind unconsciously think about you and in the morning being guilty could kill me. I was screaming to myself the words "Why and What the fuck just happened" when i woke up. I really fcking didn't expect that to happen, so soon. Like i am not supposed to feel and think that way. In every angle you look at it, it was a mistake. I'm not saying you are a mistake, but the time is...

and in the end of everything, all i could think of are the questions of "Are you? and Will you?" 

Why don't we all fall in love? Why don't we?

Late night conversations

*ring ring ring...ring ring ring

"Hello, still up?"
"Yes" in a husky voice
"You want to sleep?"
"No, i wanna talk."

I used to love those late night conversations until the morning rises. Those never ending stories about nothing but means so much without any reason. All those deadly laughs every day that is worthy to remember. Every little jokes. Every single moment that includes you.

But with all the moments compressed and forgotten, there's only one scene that keeps on playing in my head, not every second but it's like it was meant for me to remember it and i guess the weather made me thought about it. This thought is like a train passing by to me randomly. 

In that very moment, that very second i was lying down, you were rolling over the sheets...

Late night thoughts

*insert some Bob marley song here "Is This Love"

Do you think this is a good start for my blog? I think so, or maybe it was just a coincidence that i am listening to it right now. Yes, i am serious. Swaying over my head, typing these letters, eyes are half-closed, singing "is this love, is this love that I'm feeling" and in the end i have thought about you.

Now, before starting everything i have thought about something you said to me before, that you read my blog sometimes, so you know my blog. But i don't know if you still read it until now, or maybe you were just too busy with your books. Does it sound like I'm worried? Yes, because this is about you. Don't get too excited or what that i do think about you every sec, you were like a random thought every 2 or 3 in the morning. Weird huh? I have no idea why? I'm done figuring it out before, but i think i'm not yet on a hundred percent done with it. I'm in the stage of confusion and figuring it out. So you better think about that. lol It's as if you know that i am talking about you. You can mean everyone, even my neighbor, my dog or whatever. So don't expect too much, or don't assume that it is you. This issue or whatever you can call it, maybe a part/memory/story from my life happened like years ago. It doesn't have anything to do with what i have right now. No i am not sharing any details about it. 

And suddenly i sound so mean or something similar to that. As what I've promised myself before this blog will serve as my diary or my imaginary friend, something that i could talk to without any hesitations or what. So i think what i said up there sounds like I'm talking to you, enough with the you's. You can be the cat and i can be the dog,with all the differences and such friendship knows no limits. 

i am the dog left in the middle of the street