Just Past Midnight, 22 February 2016.
DDIY anymore!
“Champagne, Anna?”
“Yes, please.” — Hell, yeah!
Btw, the expression should probably be Heaven, yeah!
Anna feels heaven is way too underrated and missunderstood by most of her fellow terrestrians. For her, heaven is this perfect paradise and the culmination of all the good, unimaginable, exciting things we can’t even begin to fathom. Wholeness, joy and dried tears, appeal. A place of perfect love and perfect, awesome, wondrous happiness. Acceptance.
She also feels that whenever two souls truly, truly encounter, they can experience just a little taste of that eternity. If only for a few minutes at a time, and in a very earthly manner. A glimpse, as they transcend the now together – infinity is here – and we’re the only two remaining people in the world…
…A world in whose time and space everyone else has – puft – simply ceased to exist.
Paradise, yeah.
Tonight Anna will be celebrating.
She’s started celebrating the:
Oh, you don’t want me, Mr. Ex? Well – haha – I don’t care. Get a move on then – scoot – there are people who do. And I…
I want myself.
Hello!
Here and now is where I am. And my resilient spirit is young. Yes, it is!
We owe it to those who can’t – I owe it to oxygen itself – to live life to the fullest while I still have a breathing chance. It’s my responsibility (and yours, my readerest ally, yours too).
Do celebrate! Party hard, you pulchritudinous, alluring, Anna.
Yeah! I feel great – aliveness in every fibre of my being.
So lowliness, go away. Skedaddle. Shooo.
I didn’t choose this hellish loneliness – so scamper, off with you!!
I am just in – to celebrate the…
…Dopamine, adrenaline, endorphins, oxytocin – the whole lot for all I care.
…Freedom, coming-of-age, sou dona do meu nariz, better late than never liberty!
…Butterflies, desire, chemistry, electricity. Zizzzz, zizz. Burn me, passion. Make haste. Mark me, oh, do mark me?
Let’s party…
…At a place where need meets opportunity.
Anticipation – Mmm, why not take a closer look?
Zealous kissing, hugging, together skin on skin.
Perspiration, inspiration. Yearning, elation.
Ardor, fervor, scorching flames.
The heat!
Oh, love game, what have you got for me?
Thrills, tremor, satisfaction.
An honest attempt? Losing myself in something I really want? An oasis? Conquering peaks! Summit, victory?
“So, champagne??”
Heaven, yeah!
Paradise, yep.
Oh yes, Englishman.
“Yes, please!”
© 2017 rf
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No one here is pure, neither angel nor demon
None of us has the recipe to live a happy life
It’s impossible to separate dreams from reality
Or to separate me from you… Or then you from me…
I’m not here to suffer, why should I feel all this longing?
I just want to be happy, so…
Bye, bye sadness, you don’t need to come back.
I already know how to make mistakes on my own without asking for advice
If I suffer, who will cry for me?
I already know how to look at myself without needing any mirrors.
Do not dare tell me no. And not even to say yes.
I’m not here to suffer (bye, bye tristeza)
Why should I feel all this longing? (bye, bye sadness)
I just want to be happy
Bye, bye tristeza you don’t need to come back.
(Free translation).
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