I waked up today to racing thoughts and memories. Once I opened my eyes, strange thoughts from my other life were racing through my head. My other life was different, I lived in the fast lane and I was invincible. Nothing could stop me, until that moment when the breaks locked and I raced towards the wall, only to hit it so hard.
I believed in ultimate freedom, unrestrained by tradition, religion or mundane moral values. On my trip from 0-100km an hour it seemed like 2 seconds, on which I have met a lot of people but have made zero friends. No one from that period of my life remained a friend when I was picked up from the accident wreck having hit the wall at full speed.
Everything I came across would be rolled and smoked, sniffed, ingested or put in a syringe and injected into my veins. I believed in having fun like there was no tomorrow. Anonymous sex was routine, and in the nights of dizzying highs it didn’t matter whose sweaty body was next to you as long as she didn’t talk much and the music played and played and played. Hush girl, you ain’t seen nothing yet. Sniff this, swallow that and inject this and have a glass of wine for breakfast and eat that swiss cheese while you are at it.
Thoughts raced through my head this morning, and emotions surfaced and roared like a mad sea at sunset. I keep asking myself, could I have done any better? maybe si, maybe no. Probably I will never know, but will every moment keep haunting me? when do I find peace and solace? It is today as elusive as ever.
I rest on the edge of my bed, holding my head between my palms squeezing all those thoughts out. I stand up wash that tired face, get dressed eat this take that and I’m off to my office. Another day in my other, other life has just begun. At my office a good friend is sitting at his desk in front of me, smiles and exchanges morning greetings. It is always good to see him. It is always good to start a new day, a new fight in my other, other life.
Maybe someday, I will be able to make my daemons my friends, and then, I can finally rest.
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Since you’ve allowed me to read this, I’d like to say that TOO MUCH IS ALWAYS NOT A VERY GOOD THING!
Too much goes in all directions.. In your case Mo, YOU know exactly what YOU want, & that’s the beauty of your very existence! Ever since I started reading your words, years ago, I’ve been touched in so many ways..
I believe WE are way more than experiences & deeds..
BE THE BEAUTIFUL REAL YOU & LEAVE THE REST BEHIND..
Shine on with YOUR OWN light..
That “light on the other side” 🙂
Respectfully,
When I was writing this you came into my mind and I thought what would she think of me? I do not have that much readers u know. I thought this was who I was and nothing can change that. Your words mean a lot Sara! They show more of the special u. Kudos to yourself.
It is hard to let go and just be yourself. I admit I have not tried strong enough, but I’m willing to do it.
thanks!
Time to try, its all over you, YOU GOTTA WAKE UP IN THE MORNING & SEE YOUR MATE & DO WHAT YOU GOTTA DO, BUT JUST DO!
I’m always here Mo.. I wish there was something more that I can help you with; to be you, it takes a li’l courage & a push, & you’re on 🙂
Together, we can be the better us, not alone..
Respectfully,
Thank you for sharing this, a beautiful post.