Teach. Sing. Write. Fly. Dive. Rave.

I'm not the girl your mom warned you about, her imagination was never this good.

Work for pasta and ice cream and also makes pasta and ice cream work for me.

Truly.
The only constant is the change in moods.
I feel so lucky to have what i have. Some moments i feel so appreciative of the smallest detail like the gathering of heartlanders cheering on a soccer match, clapping as though they know what is going on. I feel happy that the world seems to portray a scene that humans can thus be content and cheer on the act in front of them. I feel happy i watch the acts just like a play, every day. People pretending to care. People saying what i want to hear.

Maybe i dont feel lucky.
Maybe im just feeling lucky to have the things i Think i have.

Illusions.
Secrets.
Can it really be as simple as im seeing?
Can anyone be so afraid as me, slapping themselves with fear every moment, waiting for something to go wrong.
Someone who might disappointment.
Or a love that might go wrong.

Maybe we are all haunted by traditions and social constructs...