My glasses are too big

Stop focusing on things I cannot change, stop focusing on things I cannot change, stop focusing on things I cannot change…


Due to bus diversion I had to walk from Moorgate all the way to London Bridge and wait almost 35min for my bus. It’s 04:09 now. I feel nothing – too many cigarettes today and meaningless observations, but trying my best to love and keep going.


All good comes when it’s over. Not long till autumn.


Close to getting kicked out from this place before moving out date. Have I grown that wild? What’s with this wildness that has brought so much detachment, though? I must admit it tastes sweet and tender and I like the way it feels on my skin. Scared to feel what? Loved. Keep it as a secret if I don’t know, yet.


After watching the West of Memphis documentary I wonder whether all truths can be traced. Maybe in this case we’re not really talking about truth, but secrets. One of my first thoughts after viewing it was that no secret will ever remain one, which, I guess, is why I hate secrets. But not in relation to justice.


I am unable to see things clearly when they’re too close. You know, when all you need is already right there in front of you, but you’re too stupid to realize? That’s why the optician said I was long-sighted, so I chose a pair of glasses. Not sure if I notice any difference. The glasses aren’t pretty. And I don’t know in what way they’re supposed to make things look clearer. That little detail is still missing – the infinite dot.


This pair of glasses – fail.


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