Day 1

I think its all better for us both. You never get my metaphors, even though I do think taht you do. You don't knowwhat I think sometimes, and that might be the reason. I lost all my passion and motivations to do anything but to live on. It is utmostly like skipping over puddles, over and over, but still not moving foward. Why is it fate? Is there something beyond just the plain coordination of matters and lives that are perfectly placed into channels where things happens so perfectly in some chronological orders? Why is it fate that you have done this? What was the reason for me to take the highway and coming back on the plain earth again. 'Driving' would never be the same as I know a clearer way. I guess it is clear now that highways only allow certain types of cars, and as of mine, I just got lucky that I wansn't caught. I constanly check on the window to see if your car passes by, even if a flash of light, or a slice of the sound of your rolling engine, your breath maybe. No signs. I remind myself, that this is just day one. Let's see if I can still drive on the plain earth