It's like waiting for a train for hours and when it finally passes by you suddenly realize that the stop is one hundred metres away from you're standing.
It's like trying to write with a pencil on a glass and with your finger on a piece of paper.
It's like you're at the airport and you are so frightened about being a castaway.
You can always say that something is like something else. Nothing, however, will ever be similar to an other. And this isn't because of the circumstances. It isn't be because of the wrong choices or the wrong people who talked for you instead of you.
It will only be your fault and those three words "Fuck it anyway!" that weren't said out loud before leaving, before chasing once again this "something" that you wanted so badly to be yours or having one last cigarette while enjoying the Spectacle.
Any Spectacle.. Because every last "Thing" ought to be spectacular.
And what if it's not? Then Make it to Be Done.
11th June 2014, 0:31
Eastern European Summer Time
