Come to the bark side. We have cookies! 🔞

it feels like this love-thing is made up from script writers and movie directors with the help of musicians and composers.

all I see is wishes, childhood trauma and hope for something better - thrown on suitable objects.

if you are the object you might like it to be for a while. if you objectify, you hope for the best. eventually though, they all end with disappointment. irrelevant which point of view the individual stands.

so far: is it worth it?

can we please stay real? can we believe in us and let others be themselves without projecting onto them what WE WISH to find?? can we find out or even be helpful to define another as an individual while touching their soul in a good way? to elevate each other rather than pretend to ”be in love“? please stop to project an artificial feeling while making up a world of hallucinations. is it asked too much?

maybe, there’s more to come. I don’t know yet though, I wouldn’t hope for whatever. up to now and until then, this individual decides to stay an island. one to freeze borders down sometimes or melt back to s sandy beach. one that flowers colorful or burns down in the cold heat of life. also, one to find out how to become the real self feeling individual.

you might strand on my beach and you might find my coconut shell very hard to crack.