Clichés

When I see you struggling like you sometimes do, I wish I could help you. I know I can’t. I know I can only be here for you by listening to you when you feel like talking, and by occasionally giving you advice.

Still, I sometimes wish I could make breathing easier for you, I wish I could lift the weight off your shoulders. Give you a break.

I don’t pity you, because to me you seem blessed. It’s a shame though that you’re unable to see that sometimes. It’s a shame that you seem to screw with your own mind in such a way that you feel trapped with no escape, paralyzed by responsibility.

I could throw about a hundred and fifty clichés your way, about life and hurdles you have to cross , curveballs you’ll get thrown at you and decisions you’ll have to make. But I know you know them all, so you can do without.

I just wish I could help you more sometimes.

X.

Twofaced children

I could lie and say that I love small children.. but really, I usually feel a little uncomfortable around small children. Why? Because even though they usually have an inherent cuteness about them, they’re also highly unpredictable, especially when they’re tired, or otherwise annoyed.

Children can laugh and have fun the one minute, and do a complete 180 the next. They can seem like complete angels, capable of nothing else then sharing love, laughter and joy. They can hug you, dance with you, and help you do stuff. And everything can seem perfectly fine…just until they reach their limits.

Until for some reason, everything isn’t fine anymore. Until they feel the need to turn their smiles upside down, to wrinkle their foreheads and start screaming and crying. Until they decide that they don’t want to hold your hand anymore, and until they decide to not take another step. So you’re forced to drag their little bodies across a store with them crying and screaming and embarrassing the shit out of you…

So I don’t love all small children…and I sure as f*ck hope that my children won’t be that twofaced, hell I’ll make sure they won’t be. And if they turn out to be that way, I’ll just throw them out!

“Did you forget that you’re alone??”

No I didn’t, how could I…
with you allways reminding me