Instant de lucidididite

1er juin 2010

Alone in my crappy little bungalow room, under the illuminating influence of a Happy Shake, I lied on the bed and let the thoughts flow. For a long, long time. I thought about life, about love, about the past, about who I am ; and I came to the realisation that I'd been deluding myself. Over and over and over again. That I'd lived off illusions and told myself lies, for years, about so many things.

And then it suddenly dawned on me: THAT's what it was!
All the accidents, the cracked elbow, the motorbike crashes.
That's what it was: a desperate wake-up call.