Lifentasy

3 cocktails and 4 hours later she was back home. Kinda drunk, kinda sober, kinda high. Kind of lonely. She starred outside the window while taking a deep breath. The room was quiet. Everyone was asleep, everything was in perfect balance. Nothing unusual, everything was in place but inside her brain there was chaos, thoughts mixed in with margaritas and the hum of the music that was playing at the bar. She was feeling a little dizzy but very emotional. Not sure why, not ever sure why being alone made her feel sad but comfortable all at the same time. Maybe cause she knew, deep down low she was aware, she’s never alone not then nor the day after nor ever. Every single night of her life, every single one, there was the moon, sometimes hidden behind clouds and others behind mountains or buildings, visible or not, whole or half, it was always there, the moon among the brightest and weakest of stars. Always in perfect balance with the galaxy, always watching and listening, never judging...

(click on the different colored words to open an article related to that) I was packing up my stuff when it suddenly hit me, I’m actually moving, I’m leaving this house, this place, it’s done, I’m done. Although I’m moving like 15 minutes away from where I’m currently living, it’s a change, a major one, one I hated last year when it was initially supposed to happen, but love right now. June ’11, 4 months after my mum died after suffering for about 1,5 year from a very rare form of lung cancer, I moved here, I hated it so much, I didn’t know anyone, I had never lived in a village before and though it was part of the second biggest city in Greece it still wasn’t a town, it was a small village. I experienced the greatest form of pain here, D E S P E R A T I O N; this, in my opinion is the worst emotion anyone can feel. The aftermath of my mother’s loss was way more damaging than I could’ve ever imagined, I needed her, I went through puberty all by myself, I got my first hear...