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Dream on

The past is gone. As I dream about the past year, it has been a long, beautiful ride. I had the opportunity to meet amazing people, get close to some, learn to believe in myself more, trust my senses and to be more gentle with people around me. A wonderful, hurtful, open, exploratory year with many surprises, deep depths and explosive heights and lots of adventure. I’m looking forward to another one, hopefully just as living and meaningful as the past one.

Trains in the night

Je sais, il y a la vie privée, mais la vie privée, elle est boiteuse pour tout le monde. Les films sont plus harmonieux que la vie, Alphonse. Il n’y a pas d’embouteillages dans les films, il n’y a pas de temps morts. Les films avancent comme des trains, tu comprends? Comme des trains dans la nuit. Les gens comme toi, comme moi, tu le sais bien, on est fait pour être heureux dans le travail de cinéma.

Strangely calm

A long conversation with a friend and I’m strangely calm. Some things cannot be forced and one simply has to accept them. Otherwise, the illusion of control takes over, leading to nothing but frustration and disappointment. I should practice more meditation…

Something broke

Something broke and I don’t yet understand what. It makes me hard to focus, keeps me watching my email for the one that says goodbye (for good) and I’m not sure I’ll ever be the same again. Something broke that I cannot repair, as if the intricate, fragile mechanism that has been ticking for so long has built up some kind of tension and now it snapped and no longer works. I find myself fearful of the future, afraid of what will happen next and not caring about anything or anyone. Anyone except her, who seems never to answer and I’m too afraid to ask why, or when or how. I’m too afraid to tell what is the truth, that I’m worried and anxious about what is going on and that I need to be reassured that in fact everything is OK. I remember old times (two in particular that come to mind) when I felt similarly, in a situations where I had no control and was incapable of doing anything meaningful because all I could do was to wait. It’s a feeling of hopelessness and a form of anguish that eats one bit by bit, bite by bite until eventually only the shell of one remains. And nobody wants a shell. Not even someone who really cares, not even someone who is the most precious to us. Nobody. A shell is just a useless weight and without its own content it can only be filled up with that of someone else, which is not only boring but even more heavy and so burdensome. I must let the shell go or fill it up myself or else I’m in for a seemingly never-ending rough ride.

Falling apart

As I look in the mirror that I got after a long struggle with myself, I see myself falling apart. Her leaving has hit me harder that I thought, left a mark that I have trouble understanding and I cannot heal. I miss her response which seems never to arrive as I check my inbox so often for so long and it’s not there. I’m afraid she hates me, or much worse, that something has happened to her and I’m here, blaming myself for being stupid on that day for things that I shouldn’t. As I face my worst nightmare, the nightmare not of simple rejection but of worthlessness, I tempt to think there isn’t much to have here, that I’m trapped in this place where there is no escape except the obvious.I have thought about that before but as time goes by and people go by and I still feel alone and lonely, I see the escape hatch more vivid and bright, where finally I can be alone and be content about it, where I won’t have to face another day of worthlessness and self-contempt. I don’t think too many people would mind. I remember this thought I had (reminds me of a word she taught me, kopfkino) that if I had a funeral, the first person I would want to be there is her.

Goodbye Mary Poppins, don’t stay away too long

Fleeting but forceful , she enters and leaves but the time spent and the feelings felt stay. They linger on to change me into someone better, more open to happiness and pain, ready to experience all that is around without the tyranny of the walls we all build to protect but also estrange us. All the wonderful and painful things, people, places, the moments that we have and will have, come closer and I feel them warming me, gently touching me. I feel them around, encircling and making me happy to be here, alive, to live and have lived, make me want to stay and spend more time in this wonderful place where there is so much to lose and so much to gain.

I’m just a number

The number of girls I’ve slept with, the euros I earn, the hours I sleep, the calories I eat, the kilometers I bike, the films I saw or books I read — and the number of times  I said ‘I love you’ and number of times I didn’t but should have.

The corner

Last night, at the corner where A left me in the middle of the night, the moment came back when I met S, a weird meeting where we talked in a café for some hours but nothing else and she left me at the same exact corner. I remembered that time, the questions that came to me, the doubts I had, the sadness and joy of the time spent, the emptiness I felt being left there on the corner, all by myself. I don’t hate that corner, it just hurts to see it, reminds me of some form of disconnect, the fine line of understanding (or pretending to understand) and utter disbelief, a line that can be crossed so suddenly.

I had strange dreams after this, of meeting S by accident at a bar, then being nicely told not to come again and then coming again by accident, meeting her, and seeing her being annoyed. It was really hurtful, but I learnt the lesson, and didn’t go back to that bar again. I don’t know what to make of this dream, but it certainly made me even more aware of that corner, of those times when things make no sense and you just have to accept your fate, whatever the reasons may be.

As days go by

As days go by with A, I find myself surprised at how far we have come. It’s as if happiness slipped under between us and it’s here now. I haven’t even noticed as it sneakily entered into my life but now I’m surprised by it every time. It’s hard to find words because I have not been in this place, in this world, for such a long while. Not even sure if I have been here, ever. It doesn’t seem fleeting, acted out, or superficial. It’s steady and slow, like an ocean wave, hard to judge its power until it blows over and then it’s strong as an ox, hits you hard. That would be so frightening I’m afraid to even think about it. It’s strange how beautiful the time is with her, though. I feel free, at home, and I don’t even know how to tell her, or if I need to tell her at all. I’m not sure there are words for this, or if there are, I seemed to have overused them, or used them at the wrong time, at the wrong place, for the wrong things. Meanwhile I am floating on what we have built for ourselves, and I’m not afraid. It’s a strange feeling and a very new territory.

A bike ride with A

Some talk about the boredom of the everyday, but this ride, though was an everyday event, just biking around to see some galleries with A, was a good day. It was good sharing all the things with her, and I felt like a child. Excited and talkative, enjoying sharing a night with someone I like and enjoy the company of. It’s strange because I usually completely loose myself in concentrating on the other, but with A I get to be myself while enjoying her presence. It’s a good feeling, one of freedom and, strangely, of home, where I can be myself without the fear of being rejected. I don’t know if this is on purpose or just comes naturally to her, but I feel safe around her — I don’t fear that I am doing something wrong, that I could hurt her. I want to hold her and caress her, look into her eyes deeply while making love to her.