Sometimes I feel like I’m in love with a ghost or with a thought. Not too sure which one is worse. Day after day I’m waiting for something different. Special is a big word in this context. I’m not going to use it just yet. But yes, I’m waiting for something. I promise, I’m trying my best to hint what I want, what I need, but I get tired as well.

brave enough to write all down, I feel like I will become too personal and it is something, that perhaps I should avoid in this moment in time. Sometimes the house becomes quiet. You can hear people typing around. You can hear the wind, you can hear the sound of the city that invades our private space when the windows are open. You can hear the empty space that is getting lost in the shade of the intense night, that soon enough is going to cover us, again.

I’m in love with a dream. A dream of mine that for a while came true I thought. The desire in me burning, still can’t let go on anything. Still waiting for the dream to reappear to become true, once again, even if it might be just for a tiny while. Supra dose of dreams. I will die because of it soon enough, as I feel like I’m wasting my life waiting in vain.

I am surrounded by people. Every day I make sure I’m in the middle of them. It’s my job. I meet new people every day. Different ones, weird ones, lovely ones, horrible or great ones. And they make sure they compliment me as well. So, I hear great comments all the time and I feel good about the fact that I get noticed and I make people be impressed. But…at the end of the day you don’t care. You only want just one someone to appreciate you and make you feel SPECIAL. And when you don’t get it, it is hard to understand how it works. How come that everybody can see but one.

But don’t get me wrong. Ghosts are great to fall in love with. It’s like cheap drama that you go through every day. I’m afraid the supra dose of dreams has ran over. I need to satisfy the need of dreaming away again.