• Picassos women… Two got crazy. Two killed themselves.

    by  • July 17, 2014 • * Safe for Work *, Thoughts • 0 Comments

    Your projections show a picture that makes me shiver. Frankly I don’t have a picture of you anymore. How can I love someone when I don’t know who that someone is? I can only love and miss the fragments of someone I thought to know. How can you hold on to a contradiction? How can I have a consistent view when inconsistency is all it is? The only way how my mind is able to believe it all is by (uncontrolled) switching between inconsistent believes. As a result my mood is swinging permanently.
    Knowing this is one thing. Controlling and stopping it is a hell lot more difficult.

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