i miei pensieri

love my job mostly because its exigent from dawn till dusk exploited to the best. I am a workaholic  most of the time duty calls often no Sundays to exclude.

It's 2 a.m thoughts where mind seek answers far beyond into depths of doubts. Sometimes its sheds a tear or two for memories made a silent wail to console leaving behind was never an easy decision. Clock ticks so does my life into new seconds into new dreams. It's 2 am thoughts that interrogate asking answers for a smiley face.

Difference two people cannot speak the same language two can't have same thoughts it's impossible to be telepathic yes, mere a coincidence now and then. If two does, influencing one another with few unsaid and said a false bond is formed. I tried once or twice to follow someone I am not first, it was fascinating alas, it irked my skin. I tell you a story, when I met my significant other my thoughts were his his dreams mine we were one, differences were none opinions were veiled. after a year or more unexpected happened cheating one another faking happiness then after a broken piece of us gallons of opinion and difference. Now alone I live more lively than ever in my own skin with my thoughts and dreams.

There is this fellow  who dazzles me with his charm and maturity his love for people his compassion for poor his thinking  it's a secret  not known to many I prefer not to confess that's the charm in admiring  hiding yourself  stealing glances  profusely smiling old enough to avoid  but young enough to tease so this fellow knows nothing I am non-existent to him stalking his work downloading photos my sanity speaks but with him insanity wins Not in love  kinda in love with the whole idea of having this fellow in my life. Not having to wait not having to depend on I am enjoying the view.