Days of Love and Hate

Yesterday was a fucking blaze, thoughts disappeared and stuff vanished. Lighter, papers and my sanity got lost in the storm. Caught in poolgame between love and hate, I carry a smile not too wide. The eyes of a stranger makes my world spin and troubles just fly away. I have never experienced that kind of joy when losing, the lack of bitternes amazed me. The bird on the wire makes sounds of the atmosphere, a banana was trown. It feels as if I'm gonna explode at any moment, enporphines and happiness are just pulsating through my body and soul. And the girl with the smile of a thousand suns moves me in a spectacular way, I can't help but feel hopefull. But in the aftermath nothing good can come of this. I have to surpress myself, constrain, restrain, like a beast rocking the bars of it's cage. I cant't say that I've ever felt so free and so trapped in the same day. Because of funny french words I am very confused, they bend my perception of time and space.