What do you see when you close your eyes?

You know, there are some days when you wish you could turn back the pages of a book and wished that you were, somehow, part of the book?

You don't know why.
You don't know how.
And it doesn't make sense.
Because nothing does.

But i think it kinda makes life, somewhat special.

You know, how it can sometimes hurt you? And it can also make you giggle to yourself when you are alone?

Life is, rather, cute. You would say. It makes you silly.

I am a silly girl. Silly in the sense where I can complain ruthlessly about the absence of luck but I can also preach about how beautiful fate can be.

I love the way everything contradicts because it won't make me give up.
And it makes you wonder, hell, can I live the life of a movie?

I think I can. I just have to close my eyes, and walk. Just keep walking.
Things may not turn out sweet, but it is ok.
Thats because you are doing something extraordinary.

I could go on a holiday and make love to a stranger.
Or maybe, you could tell someone that he/she is beautiful.
Just anyone, you know.
I think it can be rather nice.

I have to keep telling myself that I only live once.
A few decades from now, I could die. And then that would be a problem.

If you love what I have just written, I love you.