She's lost control, AGAIN
We do not always control the situation, and there is not much to say.
I'm tired. My head is spinning. The feeling of walking all the time on tiptoe. I restored the balance of fairness, I hit the wall at the same time is not bad, it keeps me from falling, and it allows me to have an idea, sometimes a bit painful, limits the space around me. The boundaries, I feel especially good when j'encastre my knee into the wall at the time to return to the shower. Or when I'm spitting.
- Pardon Me Madam ...
, looking jaded, I expect nothing more from that day:
- You could still pay attention ...
him, looking nervous, that has not already used to apologize:
- Hey, all right, I said sorry, what.
The day was not enough rotten like that, I wipe my arm. I had crossed the path of a sputum like that, unexpectedly, by accident, without the knowledge of my own free will. It is Friday night, I did not want to see you, I too want to spit, without reason, that on the first pass, I'm going to bed.
One week later I finally decided to get outside again. I look right, left, I run, I try to go through the buckets of water that rush to the moment when I leave the subway, I tell myself I'll always take a pigeon poop on the corner of nose. But no, I'm too much class for that. I go through this world so unfair and I'm just a vodka tonic, thrown by mistake on my little black tank top that was not requested by a friend a little lost on who I did not even spit me well ... The idea crossed my mind to reply by the reciprocal, but I think the tirade of limited originality, and above all I wanted to drink, I wanted to finally have a reason to waver, there is a reason not to control the situation.
What do I do myself? I'll lock myself. That way it will not nothing happen. Nothing, nothing at all. Because I love what is Power have a choice, or even have the choice not to have it. Able to choose that boy in the subway, it puts your hand between my legs or not. Because, for example, that day, me, I did not.
What do you mean I can not be indecisive? Choose, believe to be right, wrong, change, and get another flat, another boy. I am responsible, so I have a choice.
- Justine, you always go to yoga?
- Which guy?
Life as multiple choice questions. I just am afraid to plant between A, B, C, or D ... As a general rule, I would like something that happens thing, but this week I just pray that nothing happens, to regain control ... And She Turned Around and Took Me By The Hand and Said, I've lost control again.
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