i like mistakes

mistakes are bad. never ever make one. you should learn from your mistakes...and so on. eveybody says that. i don't know exactly. sometimes a mistake lets you see that the reality you built around you is not the reality you actually seek. today i saw three types of mistakes. an ex called me to appologize for all the mistakes she had done, but refused to admit which were those. a thing made me realise that sometimes you really want to make mistakes. the thing told me that mistakes make one less empty. she might be right in her understanding of the world. but each of us...we have our own worlds. the third mistake was to drink two mugs of coffee...

Incremental

I got up this morning in a rather fuzzy mood. I didn't undress...as stupid as I might sound, I don't remember a lot from last night. Maybe Francis can illuminate me. Looking out the window I realized that a fucking bird left its yesterday's dinner on my freshly painted white window-cell. Damn birds… Just bought a new scarf, white. Don’t know what’s with the white these days. White and black. I’m beginning to see things in black and white. It’s easier to make your decisions although the consequences suck deeply. Wondering the streets I find their color disgusting. Why don’t they make the damn streets … blue. Or green. At least like that people might get the feeling that their life is green or blue. Haven’t looked at the sky lately. I wonder if it’s blue anymore…
The coffee-shops around the corner of my streets seem empty although filled with people. I think it’s just the morning that makes them sad. I enter and I see her. You can see in her eyes that she feels like the queen of the world. And she is… the queen of my world. She seems so peaceful and at the same time full of energy and life. She looks me in the eyes, jumps from her chair and runs into my arms. It’s been 3 months since we last met. I take her offer to buy me a coffee tough she should have remembered I quit a year ago. She touches my hand by mistake…a mistake we both wanted.