truly madly deeply

It is strange how extremely unbalanced I've lately felt. Sometimes, due to tiny, insignificant (?) almost unnoticeable things and sometimes thanks to seemingly nothing at all I get this unbearable weight of happiness on me. Everything seems so right, so perfect, so good… I feel like it’s the right moment of whatever’s happening; that everything is following the path it was supposed to and that the course of universe is finally on the same tracks with mine.

… and the other times…

Due to nothing at all, again, thanks to a small wind that gently blew and rocked everything in me, because of tears that hadn’t been shed for some time now and begged to come out again, I get sad. And hopeless. And pessimistic. Nothing seems to go as planned or hoped. Doubts fill all my cells in all over my body. Is it how I am supposed to continue with my life? What if not? Am I supposed to believe in all the words too perfect to be true? What if they’re not? True, I mean. Does it just feel a bit better little before a new way downhill? Oh, my…

And the times between these times.

I just flow. Or try. Try to flow. Try to make it. To the next island, to the next continent. To the next chapter, if you like. And sometimes I seem to accomplish it. And sometimes I tend to stagger. Between these times. And the others. And the others.