Credeam ca l-am gasit...

Si iar il pierd...
Cand am mancat prima data Milka nu mi-a placut. Mi s-a parut prea fina...scarbos de fina!
Asa e si cu echilibrul emotional...e incredibil de bine cand (cred ca) il gasesc, cand totul e frumos si bine...prea bine...atat de bine ca intru in panica. Si simt ca sunt pe cale sa stric totul in mintea mea. Si scriu articole care se numesc "Panica!!! NOT", si vreau sa cred ce scriu si apoi imi dau seama ca scriu sa ma incurajez din moment ce nimeni altcineva nu o face...pentru ca nimeni altcineva nu stie...
Ai observat ca totul incepe in gand? Daca te gandesti prea mult ca ceva se va intampla, incepi sa faci totul, constient sau nu, in favoarea implinirii gandului...bun sau rau. La inceput te gandesti, apoi iti imaginezi, apoi chiar crezi...apoi faci ce crezi tu...
Si incerc sa nu ma mai gandesc la o parte sau la alta...incerc sa nu ma mai gandesc "ce ar fi daca"...nici la munte, nici la mare...nici la amandine, nici la lipsa lor...
Acum trebuie sa dau de mancare la pisica...ar fi mai bine daca s-ar duce pe afara, fara par prin bucatarie si prin baie...dar mai bine nu ma mai gandesc!
Poate totusi e in mine si nu in altcineva...



Pink Floyd - Comfortably Numb
Hello.
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone home?

Come on, now.
I hear youre feeling down.
Well I can ease your pain,
Get you on your feet again.

Relax.
I need some information first.
Just the basic facts:
Can you show me where it hurts?

There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ships smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I cant hear what youre sayin.
When I was a child I had a fever.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I got that feeling once again.
I cant explain, you would not understand.
This is not how I am.
I have become comfortably numb.

Ok.
Just a little pinprick. [ping]
Therell be no more --aaaaaahhhhh!
But you may feel a little sick.

Can you stand up?
I do believe its working. good.
Thatll keep you going for the show.
Come on its time to go.

There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ships smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I cant hear what youre sayin.
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse,
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone.
I cannot put my finger on it now.
The child is grown, the dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb.