Dreaming

Well, it's a nice day again, well it would be wouldn't it, it's Malta here. Got up really early, I don't know why I find it pretty easy to wake up early in the weekends, but not during the working week! Anyway, I think I'm getting the strength back, the type which makes you get up and deal with things , issues, and stuff. Maybe I need a change of career too. Well I probably don't, I like teaching but I'm missing the real stuff now, the stage, the lights, the drama, adrenaline. I need that. Because I was born to do that, that's the only certain thing I know about myself. It's tough choosing a career when you're good at many things, but you don't like those things although you're good at them. Music, that's another story, it's the language of the soul, the being. I sometimes feel sorry for people who don't experience that for at least one minute in their lifetime. It really beats all drugs and other things. When the intensity of it all gets so high, you think you're going to faint or something. Beautiful thing this music. As is probably art, but I'm not very experienced in that. But it must be the same with a sculptor, an artist, and even a novelist pouring out his heart into words. And nothing can ever beat that.

What else, I;ve also managed to hit my head really hard by the staircase. It hurt, I wanted to shout with the pain but I was alone so there's no point in shouting. I've just discovered this thing, you only scream with pain when there's somebody who can listen to it. Although the pain did stop me in my tracks, like a delayed sort of pain. And it's not the kinky kind of pain either.

Actually need some kink in my life, but for some reason I've calmed down a bit at the moment. Anyway, this is getting way too private and it's about to get published on the www! So to all of you, I'm a good girl!
Kisses
AnnMarie