4 a.m. thoughts (partea a 2-a sau a 100-a)

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Picture this: e 5 dimineata si eu stau intr-o rochita portocalie dragalasa in fata unui ibric, asteptand sa imi fac un nes.
Cum am ajuns in situatia asta? E chiar mai simplu si mai putin slutty decat pare - acum ca am recitit prima propozitie, pare putin dubios😅
Long story short, nu m-a dus capul sa impachetez suficiente tricouri pentru ca nu mi-am dat seama ca vor fi un milion de grade, aparent sunt insomniaca si m-am trezit iar la 4, am facut dus si singurul lucru curat pe care il mai am in ghiozdan e o rochita portocalie. Vedeti? Nimic slutty. 

Ce faci cu viata ta, Georgiana?
Man, do I need some sleep! Daca mi se adancesc cearcanele un pic mai mult, probabil voi parea mai mult fantoma decat ceva viu.
M-am trezit la 4 si aparent toti apropiatii mei au tupeul sa doarma la ora asta. De obicei, as avea o carte cu mine, dar iar, nu m-a dus capul. 
Asadar, dupa dus, nu am nimic de facut decat sa imi pun castile in urechi si sa astern cuvinte fara sens "pe hartie". Cuvintele sunt fara sens intr-adevar, deoarece cuvintele pe care mi le-as dori cu adevarat sa le scriu nu sunt pentru acest blog. Am un jurnal dragut cu Harry Potter. Dar - ghici ce altceva nu m-a dus capul sa arunc in ghiozdan?

Si ma gandesc: daca eram barbat, ma urcam in masina si conduceam fara sens. As fi prins rasaritul undeva dragut, doar eu, cateva tigari si gandurile mele, whatever thoughts men might have, eu imi imaginez ceva de genu': femei, masini, sarmale (pentru ca am aflat recent ca barbatii vor si sarmale). 
Banuiesc ca oricum mai multe tab-uri deschise decat am eu in permanenta nu se poate.

Sau as fi mers pe strada fara sens. Ador sa merg pe jos fara sens si fara directie. Ore in sir. 

Dar pentru ca nu sunt barbat, stau intr-o rochita portocalie in bucataria matusii mele, asteptand un nes sa se raceasca, urmarind culorile rasaritului, ascultand Imagine Dragons (Polaroid pe repeat), scriind aceste cuvinte fara sens si fara scop si, evident, incercand din rasputeri sa imi dau seama cum pot sa fac sa dorm. Sau sa gasesc sensul si scopul. Macar un sens, un scop. 

Btw - can love ever fill the void? 

Dar heeeey, cum zic Aielii in The Wheel of Time - Life is a dream from which we all must wake before we can dream again.

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