ganduri mai vechi..

i am a thief. i am stealing moments from life, from my life , from other people lives, from my people lives. and i put them all together, and like a puzzle they all stand well together, even if they shouldn't. there is something drowning them , gluing them. i am sure it is not me. at least the me that i know. this is why i like to fantasize. i choose to do it. it gives me the parallel univers, in which i feel more at home than anywhere else. there are no doors between those realities. they seem to be, but when crossing, there are no walls and no borders. it all melts together.
this is why i like sarcasm. i try to use it with with cautious, i know it hurts people.  that is the least i want. but it gives me a feeling of being awake. it is my aspirin, in the morning, allowing me to get up and keep going. i like sarcasm, but i am not sarcastic. and if i am, i think about it, asking myself:did i hurt anyone today? still, i need my pill to i can reach the night again, and  get lost in the other world.