BAKING AURAS.

After spending half an hour watching Yves, Hedi and Simon chewing on my shoes string, I sat down and came back to this blog. I said came back as coming back with the attitude I had before. I've learned that when I know someone, my aura, let's say red, is mixed with theirs, let's say blue. And as a natural mix of two basic colors, I turn out to be purple. That's not who I am. It definitely feels good to be back to my trait.

I've done some editing with my blog. Again, I don't delete what I write. The moving on process doesn't count as days. I believe it has been a month before. And ending is only an official statement while my mind is already up with something new. As about the black motor guy, I don't fall for him. Maybe I was impressed and I want to see him again. Unfortunately, eye contact doesn't give you a name or a number. Only an impression to keep you awake at night.

Anyway. Whether it happens for me or not, life goes on.

Sometimes an old memory brings me down. Or a familiar street, a scene, a walk or a voice. It happened so fast and I was there like "What? Is it a movie? Am I at the beginning or the end?" A big mirror of memories shattered and its pieces scattered every where. It's not the person that is gone, it's the memories, those habits that used to be the first things you want to do after work, now it feels strange to even think of. After a breakup, I usually do two things: not make myself hate the person and let it sink for a while until we talk again as friends. I can't believe it works for me. But I still talk to my exes and we're cool sharing a lot of stuffs. It's not only me, a friend of mine has it, too. I'm not sure if this time will turn out that way but I don't mind what he said I said anymore. All I have for him now is the same thing I show towards my friends and considerate strangers, mutual respect. That means I'll be active, friendly, and totally socializing-ready. The silent part will be gone because it's an exclusive thing to give. Dear journal, when things happen, let it go. Free yourself from your own chains. It still confuses me a lot when I watch myself move along with life. I don't know how I can breathe easily that quickly even though I used to sink so deeply into it. Does that make me a machine? I question my feelings. At the same time, I don't care.