relief.

it may be the case that it is impossible to find the true meaning of life. but i sorta think that even acknowledging some small things help people through the way. recently it has been all about opening up to things which were a great taboo for me. through the process, i must say, i found out that nothing is "wrong" and there is no such a thing as being right.
small things that occupy a lot of space in our daily lives do not exist in the general picture. because everyone has their own general picture and they set themselves in the middle of it. getting out of that leading position is hard for so many people and in my opinion the only way to be happy is to step aside and open up the way for others to sit on the heart of everything. not saying that one should wipe out their own ego and give the whole stage to others. just thinking that it would be helpful for once to get rid of the pressure of always wanting to be the most important and impressive of all.
it might feel relieving.

kubrick.

" so you think you can torture me?
more than that bro, i am gonna tolchoke you and get you not only mad but even! "

was it possible for people to get their madness out of that boy? is it possible to feel peace after that much pain. he murdered one woman and responsible of the death of another woman by mistake. so what ought to be done? kill the man¿ or just forget the hell about it. he suffered to you know. he suffered really bad. he had to deal with this awful treatment sessions in which he is made to hate even to the only thing he loves: ludwig van. he tried to kill himself after finding his beloved snake died listening to the ninth on the back.
is it ever enough, the things a person, even a very dishonest one, go through. should everyone walk the same road of torture. or are some of us more lucky than the others. you have to chose an ending now cause it is getting very late. not for the story tho, for yourself. pic your own happy-ending. does it ought to be happy or have it ever been happy?
have you asked any of the elderly how their lives has been passed without their notice. is there a greater power or is it just a pitifull belief like a dog believes in his owner.

" weren't you waiting for that devoutchka to f...?
do whatever you want with thy, i have no interest neither in her nor anything anymore.. "

luc.

❛ you don't even trust yourself, how come you expect me to trust you?
..it's just this feeling, it aches. not being loved and not to be loved till eternity. ❜

was she his guardian angel who tries to help him find the love he hides from himself. or was she literally the love in him. his conscience, his only identity, the scent he feels while falling asleep on the bench á Jardin des Tuileries. its not easy to distinguish the true angels in life. was she one of those, his own one? or another crook trying to mess with his mind. encountering the only person who can help you love yourself on the whole world is a big deal. the only problem is to decide whether to make the best profit out of it or ruining it by falling in love with it.

❝ it is over. my wings are coming out.

...non, s'il te plait , reviens. je t'aime.
je t'aime (..et il pleure) ❞