Baluns

When you force yourself out on the street, it’s so chilly your brain cells freeze up, surviving is everything the thinking-machine is capable to process(actually that’s so dull you rather die). When you get some warmth in to you mechanism, you instinctively start longing. Oh summer! you think. The funny thing is, all winter you’ve been so focused on not feeling too much, to survive, that when it finally is all sunny, the birds are singing and you don’t need to wear stretch tights anymore; you can’t really enjoy it. It’s the ultimate kind of déjà vu and when it happens you feel oppressed to savor it. This is what you have been longing for for god’s sake! But no, no way. Happiness is to risky business! It’s all going to vanish before your eyes anyway.