The shadow of Tiamat

I feel my soul prone to sunder. It's definitely not a pleasant experience. I'm frightened and I feel cold. Successions of little evil happenings that I cannot hold anymore... they're breaking my soul's defenses. It cannot hold too much.
I know it's you wretched bitch! I sense your stench from miles! Blistering incarnation of filth and evil - the dragon-lady - mistress of darkness... Tiamat. Well you know you can't catch me alive and in the land of the dead I have my true powers. But I shall not give you the satisfaction. I must avoid the sundering!
Whoever reads perhaps wonders if I'm fuckin' nuts. Oh no, it's just my way of expression.
I feel my baby colder with each passing week. Maybe it's my imagination but I certainly don't know why. It definitely doesn't make me feel comfortable (and how could that make me feel that, in Heaven's name?) and it starts to annoy and piss me of. Those two feelings are new. I become mad. Madness... And I don't know how I can handle madness. I usually can't. When I'm mad I bring a lot of pain to whoever I want and this scares the hell outta me. This fuckin' scares me. Madness gives me power. An immense evil power that I don't want. I can rip the fuckin' lady-dragon in two and take its very spine out of her wretched body. And then she'll have a corpse shadow! But I don't want it this way.
It's always another way. Both painful and pleasant but not so dirty.
I will fight for my love with a legion of dragons if it must! I shall not sunder!

Ad eundum quo nemo ante iit.
I don't want you around me Tiamat

The road to Forthshire

It wanted to write a parabolic-like little story in order to express what I'm feeling. Yeah, that's what great writers did. Even the great drunk writers did that from time to time. Well I'm not drunk now and not a great writer either so why bother? The fact is I don't feel quite well. Hey... fell free to ask, yes! Ah, you don't have to? You suppose huh? Wait! You don't just suppose - you're quite sure it's about her. Hell yeah! We have a winning ticket. Okay, enough sarcastic lecture. I don't feel well. I couldn't eat my (daily) croissant. That almost never happens. I have that troubling/torturing sensation of emptiness in my stomach again. It's aching like a whirlwind trapped in a bottle. Seen that? Me neither! But, hell... it ain't no sunshine. Oh I so wish I felt better. I kind of wish that I had a bad hangover instead of this blistering feeling. To tell you the truth is also a little percent of my fault. Okay, close to 50. But she gets upset so fast from (what I perceive) so small facts. The main idea is that I hate when she gets upset. It gives me this pain. It's automated. I can't help it. And it all gets worse in the morning after the sleepless night in-between. I'm also mad. She just kicked me off the phone line and I didn't call her or text message her since then. And I won't. These are not manners and that's not the way to treat a person! (especially if that person is... hmm... your lover, your boyfriend, whatever) No sir! I didn't like it! Not to mention it's getting me even more suspicious one some other aspects (aspects I'm not going to write right now - I'm not so confident you know...). So here I am again nurturing all kind of negative pressures and down-forces on my very stomach. I don't want it. I can't stand it much longer. The sensation. I miss her so much! I miss the un-upset "her" so much...

Evolution

Sometimes I wonder about random things: why they go that way and not the other way? why they're black and they're not white? why the fuck I write posts in English and not in Romanian? why sometimes I have answers and other times I don't? I just wonder.
The same way I wonder why - even if I'm kinda' upset on her - she's the first thing I think of when I wake in the morning (although I just slept near her or made love to her)?; why I think of her all day long and I miss her more with every second that passes away since last I saw her? I know I have the answer. Yes I do. She gives me the most of all possible sensations. She makes me tremble when she talks, when she kisses, when she makes love to me. I adore her! And it's stronger and stronger with each passing minute, day... It's evolving! It surely does in the most beautiful and uncomprehensive (for the mortal being) way. I feel marvelous and she surely is my girl, my baby, my soulmate. That's how I want it to be and it'll surely be this way. Forever. Till the end of time!

Tormented and restless

Goddamn... I really hate myself more then ever before. I'm on the brink of psychical and probably (as a result) physical dissolution and I could've avoided it. Is it too late? I'm really freaked out of this question - I really am; I feel some sort of sickness through all my cell-system. For the first time I don't know what to hope and I don't know where to head. My dreams collapsed all of a sudden and are threaded like never ever before - opposed of what Yeast might've suggested. It would've been great if I could disappear. But I can't so I must face the fact that I'm slowly consuming myself trying to understand, trying to fix my very situation. The issue consists in the fact that I'm not certain what to do. And this gives me the creeps. It would've been easier if I didn't love her...

The end of hope?

Sunt trist. Sunt aşa de trist încât cred că aş putea să lăcrimez. Aş minţi dacă aş spune că n-am fost niciodată aşa trist. Nu vreau să exagerez. Dar totuşi adevărul e că sunt trist.
De câteva săptămâni mă tot gândesc. La trecut, la prezent şi la viitor. Mai mult la viitor bineînţeles. Şi totul în strictă legătură cu agitaţia politică, economică şi socială ce se precipită în ultima vreme pe fondul lipsei banilor şi îndatoririi noastre la Fondul Monetar Internaţional.
Eu sunt unul din ăia care munceşte şi plăteşte impozit statului român fie că e vorba de profit, fie că e vorba de vehicule sau alte posesiuni. Eu nu vreau să crească TVA-ul, nu vreau să scadă salariile, nu vreau să mă gândesc cu grijă în suflet la ziua de mâine. Nu vreau! Bani sunt din ce în ce mai puţini, se simte. De ce trebuie să mă privez de diverse plăceri ca să pot trai? De ce? E vina mea? Sunt eu oare vinovat că am terminat o facultate, m-am angajat imediat după şi lucrez pe un post bun, dar cu toate astea nu sunt plătit suficient iar viitorul e sumbru în privinţa asta? Şi oare nu mă doare să ştiu că oricâte eforturi aş face şi oricât de mult aş munci există o foarte mare posibilitate să nu fiu plătit niciodată pe măsura muncii depuse, în această ţară în care m-am născut? Şi oare nu am dreptul să fiu nefericit când mă gândesc că o să am venituri insuficiente când voi ieşi la pensie (asta desigur DACĂ voi mai apuca să ies vreodată la pensie).
Ştiu că ne stă în putere să schimbăm ceva dar în cât timp şi cu ce preţ? Şi de ce nu am făcut-o până acum?
E deja târziu şi timpul nu mai are răbdare.
Cu părere de rău, ideea de a lăsa în urmă ţara natală şi a purcede către meleaguri unde munca cinstită şi eficientă este apreciată se conturează din ce în ce mai bine şi în curând se va materializa.
Aici nu mai e nimic de făcut.

Routine maitenance

Captain's log. Star-date (according to our measuring) 05 May 2010.
I thought I know things. I even thought experience is everything. The fact is that it doesn't seem to be right all the time. Sometimes you get to fell things that move your every concept of "this is what's meant to be". I thought I knew how it feels to love, to care, to think every second at your half, to be at your maximum lovin' potential. Well guess what? I was fuckin' wrong.
All those years. All those days, minutes and seconds I thought that way proved me that it's another way.
So that's how everything goes - you can never know what's in store, and this happens disregarding the experience.

Dissolution of dreams or the double d

It's one of those days I wish I wouldn't have woke up in the morning. Simple as that. So little energy, so many things to do and the mood for doing them is missing completely.
I don't feel well at all. Not even physically. My head aches, my stomach gives me unpleasant grooves and my heart is so tired. What can I do? I can't do anything but wait and hope.
I need a sign from her and I certainly want to be a good sign. Damn, I said "want" when I should've said "desire". It's more appropriate.
After the sms-exchange we had last night I cannot rest until I don't see she is settled and not tormented anymore. Oh, she worries about such silly things sometimes (at least from my point of view).
My dreams are decomposing and blowing in the wind. Or at least they want to. But I won't let them. No sir, I won't!
She's my baby and I surely will make her happy and throw away every fear and worry she does have.
I was born to do that.