A Head Full Of Plush

Inspired by Alexander Draude

I like the moments when something takes me in completely. Takes me away, sends me to a distant place without time, mainly consisting of an ocean of vibrant emotion. It surrounds and covers me like the perfect blanket, touches me like a pool of warm water, entering every little corner my body and soul own. Those moments are valuable, more now, because they became quite rare.

Come on if you think
you can take us on all.

You and your cronies.

You forget so easy.

I am a fish. I breathe underwater.

Today I had my fifth hour of pretherapy with a shrink. I finally got down to the miserable boiling points of my life and I felt sort of liberated afterwards. Doesn't change much about me, but being able to admit that several things in my life are not the way they should be is a step upwards. And no, I won't talk about details. I am still not admitted to a paid therapy though.

University is starting this week and even though I would like to stay at home right now I am happy to start new courses and to learn more stuff. Lately I've been doing some more scetching again and it looked like I did another step in skill evolution. Additionally my girlfriend and I moved to new flat which meant a few weeks of stress but is now calming down again.

Maybe I am even going to write some more here again. I do have the urge to tell stories again.