:: מפרי מחשבותיה של נפש לא שייכת ::

All of these miles and where I been
All of this time that I’ve wasted
All of my dreams they’re just gone like the wind
Ya - I’ve got to face it

There’s nowhere to go from here
Standin’ here cold and shaken
How did I lose my way?
On this long lonely road that I’ve taken

Now that I’ve come to the end of the line
Now that I’ve run out of chanses
Evertyhing I love - has been left behind
And I don’t have the answers

Where do I go from here?
Standin’ here tired and broken
How do I find my way?
On this long lonely road where I’m goin’
It’s gonna be a long lonely road where I’m goin’
I’m gonna get there

I can’t die before I finish the story.
I can’t finish the story because I lack inspiration.
I can’t get inspiration because I can’t find a new muse.

And I have an abundance of painful memories from the last one: The incredible girl that made me feel alive, made me believe in soul-mates, and then broke my heart.

Check-mate, world. Check… mate.

I know you don’t love me. You didn’t love me for a long time, but that just doesn’t matter to me.
You liked watching ‘Yes, prime minister’, and playing “Majesty late at night, even if you always fell asleep when it was my turn. I felt better even when you were just lying on the bed behind me, breathing softly.
You are the girl who enjoyed watching Samurai Jack in the mornings with tea and cookies, who got all super excited when Top Gear was on in the hotel room TV, who bought two loafs of bread just to feed the birds in the park…

By some bizarre circumstance, God was inspired to create the most perfect creature that was ever created.
He then let me find his perfect creature, and even be loved by it… for a while. Then, he used that perfect creation of his to break my heart, as he intended all along.
I am like Pip, that adorable kid from “Great Expectations” - the classic novel by Charles Dickens

I hardly see why he bothered, though. I was such an easy prey for abuse - somehow I thought god would have the balls to pick on tougher targets. That, of course, is incorrect. Human history proves without doubt that god is a bully who aides the despicable, the cruel, and the brutal, while showing no sympathy for the honorable, or mercy for the weak.

No wonder brown Israelis like kissing up to this guy. He’s just like them.