Sometimes.....

Sometimes people say hurtful words on the pretext that they are saying the truth and that it is for our own good. What rubbish. The way I perceive things might not be the same as another would perceive it. Oh if only I had a magic wand. It is so easy in fairytales when the real truth reigns and others are turned to toads or are cursed for a hundred years. At least I do some under the breath cursing sometimes too, but I suck at being a witch. I like witches, they are powerful and mysterious and nobody dares mess around with them. I like fairies too, but they are just that tiny bit naive for today's world.

So I am staring at wooden panelling, oak furniture, in a place where silence is put on the highest volume. It is almost the middle of the night, I love this time. It is when the people who think they can give uninvited advice behave best because they are asleep with their mouth shut. Duct tape was created for more reasons than one.

Everything seems to be becoming a big deal. Making a passport, writing a letter, what is the big deal about that? Sometimes the outside world feels alien. And inside heavily locked gates, and thick walls everything feels so free. Free because there is no judgement, because you can go about unobtrusively like tiny ants. Tiny, another word which features in unwanted advice. Why is tiny so nice? I, for one, would not like a tiny house, a tiny salary, a tiny bank account, a tiny whatever. Tiny is for kids. Not for grownups, well a lot of grownups have tiny brains that's for sure.

So one more cigarette, and relishing the comfortable silence.