Last time I saw my post Raining over Berlin, that made me cry.
Dreams are recurrent. The ones that come again and again. they are just waiting to be fulfilled.
Yes I am going to Berlin. To Germany.
My wanting to go to Germany started because of one man. yes, let's put it like that. as simple as possible.
It's not bubbling inside my stomach for the moment. I haven't realised yet (physically) that am going to be there.
I haven't had wild dreams about it. it's not something that I am chasing or that is chasing me.
I simply have to do it.
Yes, the need to belong to nowhere and to travel has always been there.
It scared me to think that next winter i'll be in the same place that i am right now.
To grow the same flowers again.
It scares me to think i'll not be moving and not be going to see new things, doing new things.
But today I am surely pissed. against myself mainly and some other people.
Yes I let them treat me as a baby, someone who doesn't know what he's doing.
I love the word piss pot. and am not a piss pot!
I am not what you'd say a good friend. that annoys me today.
I am as clear as possible with my dealings with people, if there's something about them that bothers me, then it gets difficult for me. I can't clearly tell someone that they're bothering me.
So i get to my hiding place.
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