Dečko i povređeni vrabac // A guy with an injured sparrow
Time to drink!!! Saturday night with a friend, listening to In The Zone by one Miss Britney Spears, and getting drunk!!!
Two of my favorite places in Belgrade
My purchases for the day..
My beautiful cat Tzitza.
I’m watching as lines on the road fly away from me. The view through last window of a bus of PTC ‘Belgrade’ hypnotizes me. I don’t wish to watch like that. I don’t turn around from the window, still. I just keep looking. Almost hysterically, schizophrenically my glance roams down the road. Where they all leave, and stay: all those lines. They fade away in their time, some disappear, and some get renewed. People must earn their living.
It’s time to come off the bus. I don’t feel like it, but I have to. It’s too cold outside. I want to meet. I want to see, at least. Who knows? Maybe I will someday.
I ended it today: another failed romance. Another failed romance that lasted for one night. One night; one intoxication; one dream in its bed. Then: hope; then: the end.
Hope… Hope… Its name should not be written with a capitol ‘H’ even in the beginning of a sentence. Every time it shows itself it’s nothing but a light motif for another failed romance; virtual or real. And, not only romance. Sometimes a light motif of a failed friendship. Even virtual, friendships help, just like virtual romances. And then: reality, state of being awake. What then? Friendships are there. One or two but they quite enough. Everyone else is an acquaintance. And, romances keep failing. Always the same dumb excuses: ‘I’ll hurt you’, ‘You’ll hurt me’, ‘You’re not this or that’, ‘I’m not that or this’, ‘You’re too young’, ‘You’re too old’. The decision lays in both of our hands; not only yours or only mine. No one guarantees anything. No one should guarantee anything. Everyone can try, however.
Fear of trying? It is logical in most cases. In a lot of other cases it is not.
I need someone to give me hope.