Sometimes things go wrong (do they really, is there anything wrong?). And then sometimes it feels like EVERYTHING goes wrong, is wrong. I had such a day yesterday when the crap of one year falls onto my head and heart in one day, and I hope it ends with today, as quick as the shitstorm of fate came over me.
I occasionally want to crush heads and break bones. Some little flames inside of me then ask where some people sold their brain and threw their hearts into the rubbish. These flames want to grow big and destroy then, they’re all after generating fury in me. I learned to recognize each and everyone of them and tell them to shut the fuck up. I’m the director, period.
But it costs energy, and then sometimes I want to let myself fall onto the ocean bed and don’t feel anything anymore.
Isn’t the fear of loss in our lives a real dark energy?