Part1
You don’t know everything, but you are sure you know enough. You haven’t seen everything, but you presume you’ve seen plenty. You control your life more or less successfully, you are less or more confident. You take it all around how it is, you don’t bonded by illusions. You are a bit cynical, you are a bit bored. You do what you need to do. You do what you think you want to do. And everything is ok. Maybe sometimes a bit empty. Maybe sometimes you don’t want to wake up.
It’s hard to surprise you. It’s hard to piss you off. Sometimes you look to the sky hoping to find some new colors. But it’s still blue. Sometimes you have the same hope while looking to faces around. But they are still transparent. And it’s ok, because you are grown-up and normally happy . You don’t believe in Santa. You slightly despise people around for their sentimental vanity. You had too idealistic past, you have sufficiently pragmatic present. You have a calm assurance that nothing can bend your line.
But once. There is something strange. You understand what can it be, because you faced it in the past, but you can’t believe it has happened to you again. Come-ooon! It’s just not possible. (It's like when you feel a tickle in your froat and you know that it’s how cold starts. But nooo, you push away thoughts: Not this time! I have strong immunity! One sneezing doesn’t count!)
It’s hard to surprise you. It’s hard to piss you off. Sometimes you look to the sky hoping to find some new colors. But it’s still blue. Sometimes you have the same hope while looking to faces around. But they are still transparent. And it’s ok, because you are grown-up and normally happy . You don’t believe in Santa. You slightly despise people around for their sentimental vanity. You had too idealistic past, you have sufficiently pragmatic present. You have a calm assurance that nothing can bend your line.
But once. There is something strange. You understand what can it be, because you faced it in the past, but you can’t believe it has happened to you again. Come-ooon! It’s just not possible. (It's like when you feel a tickle in your froat and you know that it’s how cold starts. But nooo, you push away thoughts: Not this time! I have strong immunity! One sneezing doesn’t count!)