Selfish meaningfull non-sense

It's all happening right now. It's happening before I go to bed and in the morning, when I wake up. Simply called it "no ordinary mornings". I don't actually remember the falling asleep moment, 'cause the overwhelming feeling is just stronger than my next day memory. I cannot even remember things chronologically...just flashes...for some time I thought that it can't even be put into words; decided to give it a try though.

You decide you don't have a plan and let the instincts guide you...hmmm...crosses my mind: are we animals or what? simply stroke me: instincts can lead to smooth happenings. The plan you didn't even have goes crazy, 'cause it's beyond imagination. Things which I would normally consider inappropriate, not by the rules and without any anticipated outcome were now natural. And natural is good. So good that you can actually feel it (the "good I mean) flowing slowly through your veins. Put on the good self, let only the right part of the brain think, get a hedonistic approach, and just live for life! There is a story; which loses all of its charm if told. But believe me: it's something magical about it, and I take the greatest risk of all, accepting that it could all be in my head. And suddenly, looking back I feel like rewriting some posts :-)

I have a friend who thinks that only people with alive demons (in a bad way) have blogs (obviously she doesn't have one :-)). Tried to convince her that it's not like that, but I am seriously thinking whether I should keep writing or not. Maybe I just wanna just keep living everything without any trace...