• Castles and gallows

    Get smart before you fall in love – they said.
    I know – was my answer.
    But before that, I had so many questions.
    Only I could answer and nobody else.

    Will I know? Will I feel it like before?
    Will I remember before I forget?

    I can only hope.
    But moreover – will I want it?
    Will you want it?

    The crazy life ahead of us. And lunatics cheering to get the front seats.
    The missed airplanes and banned landings.
    The derailed trains of thoughts that are always on fucking time.
    Even when we wish they are late.
    Or never arrive.

    Will I know? Will I feel it like before?
    Will I remember before I forget?

    Because words never fade away.
    And time only lets you consume it in another way.
    Bitter. Or sweet.
    Like gin fucking tonic, ay.
    My favorite, remember?

    I’ll board the trains. And airplanes. And ferries.
    I’ll stop them as well.
    If they are about to crash and make 9/11 look like a fairytale.
    Fairytales? Who the fuck believes in those anyways?

    I might. 

    Because walking down the Frederick’s street with my eyes closed is the walk I’d take over and over again.
    To see the castle where I don’t end up being the princess but just an admirer.

    I’ll count my blessings before I doubt I’m cursed.
    That’s how fucking brave I am.
    And I don’t get brave with anyone.
    You know what I’m talking about. ’cause you don’t get either. 

    I’ll treasure it. Maybe won’t like it all of it.
    But, let’s face it… you won’t either.

    It’s like getting an ice cream when you have a sore throat, isn’t it?
    And we, now, have the privilege to choose the fucking flavor.

    I just hope I don’t go for bitter.
    And you like the ice cream.
    Better than I do.

    So choose the flavors carefully and let me know I’m wanted when I’m too silent and pissed off.
    And maybe not with you but with the lunatics.
    And this crazy fucking world.

    Because walking down the Frederick’s street with my eyes closed is the walk I’d take over and over again.
    To see the castle where I don’t end up being the princess but just an admirer.

    Just let me know.
    Before I board the trains and planes.
    Before I get a scoop.
    Before I walk down Fredrick’s street again with my eyes closed.
    I just don’t want to imagine castles before I figure out the crowning.
    Or at least to get ready for the gallows.