Tonight

Tonight someone asked me "what's your story?" and I realized it would take hours and hours,for my story to be told.Every each and one of us has a story I guess.No one actually asked me that question before to be honest,and it was nice for a change.It was different and it meant so much that I'm actually writing about it.I'm not easily impressed,it ain't easy to surprise me with questions.Yet,she managed to have an actual impact on myself.It's the little things like this one that I keep memories of.
Anyhow,my answer was rather vague and short,and that cause I wasn't expecting that question.I'll probably never meet her again,but if I do I'll try to answer it better.

Have a great Christmas night everyone!
Love,Just.

A labyrinth of dust

Walking through the labyrinth's alleys,searching for a way out.A neverending maze,filled with smoke and fog and mirrors.He can't see what's in front of him until it's too late..too late to turn back.So many times he thought he found the way,so many times he has mistaken.How long until giving up,for how long will he seek?Delusive creatures keep fooling him,filling his mind with empty promises.It all goes into dust in the end.Forever binded within the labyrinth,becoming one with it.
Afterall..there might be no way out,no happiness,just fantasy.

Love,Just.

All the lights

It's late,the streets are empty.He's the only soul wandering around,looking for something..an emotion.Hoping something will happen,hoping for a ray of moon light to show him the path.

He's speeding like crazy on the empty,poorly lighted streets.It's only him and the radio in the background,all alone in the deserted city.Soon,the pedal hits the floor.All the lights become rays,and the colors are so amazing,that for a second..he forgets about everything.In the end,that's what he was looking for,a moment of nonexistence,a moment out of this world that we call "reality".

Love,Just.

Shattered shadows in the light

 Once again,he failed.He's been chasing for happiness,and for a while..he thought he caught a glimpse of it.But it was fake,that was no glimpse but rather shadows;pieces of shattered shadows that for a moment,were able to reflect some light.But the beam travels fast,and it fades..faster than it appears.He might be sad cause he was fooled,but in the end he's thankful.For every sunset there's a sunrise.The sooner it sets,the less time before it comes back up.

Love,Just.

Society..the biggest theatre

 The mask he wears succeeds to deceive anyone,anyone but himself.It works for a while and gets him through the day,but not the nights.When the darkness falls upon his windows,when everyone goes to sleep,that's when his mask loses it's powers.It's only then he takes it off,his only option being facing himself,his real self.He'd blame society,but the truth..he knows it.He's the one choosing to wear the mask and for the simple reason it makes it easier...to face the world out there.Does that make him a coward?Or maybe just lazy,commodious?

  Everyone wears a mask,it's only the depth and the amount that it hides,that makes the difference.That's what defines the complexity.If only his would be more simple..

Love,Just.

The missing piece

 The image he had about her was blurry and faded.Like a lake on a spring morning,he could see the outlines and the outlines only.The only certainty was the passion he felt that night,a memory of feelings.Her smooth lips against his..bursting with passion."L." made him feel alive,she did what others were unable to.Whether she feels the same or not..at least L. gave him hope,hope that there's someone out there.Someone special,able to get him out of the mist and back to reality.

 All this time he thought the missing piece was perfection,but wrong was he.He has mistaken special for perfect,waiting for the wrong train in the right station.Nevertheless he sees the train coming,any moment now."Good things might come to those who wait"

Hope everyone had a great day,like I did.
Love,Just.