Eating chocolate, smoking a lot, drinking lots of tea and watching movies. Thinking about teenage romances that are meant to make us all strong. We love, we cry, we do whatever it takes to find that real happiness. When you are young, the whole world can be yours, and until we grow older we don’t even realize. ‘The slower we move, the faster we die’. Do we? Are you trying to say that we should not take our time to enjoy life and all the good bits from it?
We try and try and try and when we get no result, suddenly we loose our faith. But that is the way is should be. After ages of being in search of happiness, we get our faith back and try again.
Friends, family, people that matter the most are always there for you. The most beautiful portrait in the world is there in the morning. I wake up and I see exactly what I want to see. That gives me the reason to be stronger and to carry on, to try harder and harder until I get the results. I’m not sure yet what results I’m waiting for, but at least I know I’m trying for something.

Long days, at work, at university, somewhere around. We all look at that clock ticking, hopping to get home faster to get that unconditional kiss and hug that is always there for us. Short evenings and short nights. Short weekends. Because when you’re happy, time flies.
My emotions are overwhelming everybody around me, but surely that’s a good thing. For a long time now I’ve been told that I have a cold heart, or no heart at all. This is my chance to prove you all wrong. I do have feelings and I do care for people.
As in the rest…the world is moving slower than usual. I’m always in a rush and now it’s the time to make everything go faster.
Have you ever thought about the most perfect painting? Imagine the most perfect landscape. That won’t do. Something better, bigger than that.
In my bad dreams I’m on my own in the snow, when is dark and late and all i can hear is the trees talking to each other, sharing their wisdom. I will tell you the story in a new post, I promise. Now, in that horrible painting that I have in my mind, I can always add a person. If that person is the man that I love, can you see now how come that my painting becomes perfect?
Enough with this non sense. I need to get back to my treats and to my movies.