Bukowski Bitch

The truth? It’s hardly ever as complicated as we think. We just hope it is, because then we feel smarter if we can work it out in advance.

Ι long for you but you long for someone else i deny the one who wants me cause i want someone else

I certainly believe we all suffer damage, one way or another. How could we not,except in a world of perfect parents, siblings, neighbours, companions? And then there is the question on which so much depends, of how we react to the damage: whether we admit it or repress it, and how this affects our dealings with others. Some admit the damage, and try to mitigate it; some spend their lives trying to help others who are damaged; and there are those whose main concern is to avoid further damage to themselves, at whatever cost. And those are the ones who are ruthless, and the ones to be careful of.

What you end up remembering isn't always the same as what you have witnessed.

-It was my first big chance, but here I was, sitting back and letting it run through my fingers like so much water.

And I look up at the window and think,
I no longer know where you are,
and I walk on and wonder where
the living goes
when it stops.

I am old when it is fashionable to be
young; I cry when it is fashionable to laugh.
I hated you when it would have taken less courage
to love.

The moon shines through the glass doors and the life left in me gently surfaces.
 I have survived them one more time.

You know the worst part? I knew this was gonna happen and I let myself get excited anyway.

I worried about not remembering. Not remembering of all the moments. All of the places.