Puzzled

There's a thing I don't like about puzzles (besides that I suck in it). No matter how you solve the actual picture, it will be the same. Always. And once you have finished it, well it's finished. You can start it again but the results will be the same.

And this is why relationships are not like a puzzle. Exactly the same piece of puzzle fits with someone but does not with the other. You just can't start with the face if you don't know the background. And let's be honest, in most of the cases we don't even know what the whole picture will be. So where to start?

There are at least a million piece of puzzle laying pell-mell around me. As I'm starting to solve it I'm realizing that I'm making the same good old mistakes again in the hope that this is going to be different. Well, it might be or might not. But as long as I put together those pieces with the trust that it will be successful I believe there's a chance for this pic.

Picture by beyondtheskies

Unfair

IT'S JUST NOT FAIR! NOR IS IT COOL! Not at all...

Photo from here by Pitrisek

Negligible, but..

Fall struck without caution branches broke, heavy rain fall sieged the sides of the houses and the wind blew like the "s-es" in this sentence.
Usually I would try to make some general conclusion derived from yesterday's sudden storm but hell not today!
After all the despairing futile attempts finally a tiny, almost invisible, I would say negligible glint of hope hurried to pull me out of this temporary lockdown. And GGod I needed this so much.
Just like the automn needs to define her being here.

Photo: Can't you hear my storm coming by sara85eg

Cure

Clearly I remember that day. Shattered by the past few weeks of misery I stayed at home at did all the stuff I needed.
An early capuchino on the balcony, watching as the city (that does sleep!) awakens and as the fog slowly retreats to give place the ever weakening sunshine of fall. I did freeze but the hot cup in the hands gave me some warm. I stared from nothing to nowhere . My head was empty.
Then I took a bath and shaved - as if I could remove all the bad feelings which were at this point were still out of my head. I knew that sooner or later I would have to tackle them I was just not in the mood yet.
After setting right a few packs of paper I just let it go. Ideas, maybes, perhapses, facts and fiction, erases and rewinds, thoughts, past and future, feature and abscence charged my mind and I let them to embarass and torture me all day.
I would lie if I told you that I was over it by the next day but it did help. It was enough to sweeten the next morning's capuchino...

Photo: To wish impossible things by wries

"For Whom the Bell Tolls"

is not me anymore. As school more or less finished September signs not the beginning of a new semester but of a new era. Call it the era of work, maturity, or the era of the self-made, a significant period closes upon leaving school.

Photo: I'm a high school lover by neprelucrat

Crossword(s)

It took only one word in my daily crossword to embed a song into my mind. The following days were spent with singing this every single moment. At breakfeast, at noon, during an intimate talk and while watching the news. Then I woke up one day and the song was gone. I tried to croon it but it was just not the same.
There are some things in our lives which we want to be the same forever.
If these things happen to change buy a crossword!

Photo: Old crosswords by TaBuTTaRoVaSaTa

Isn't it ironic?

And there stood I under the scorching sun of June and asked her: "What the hell drove you to become a person you are now?"
Years have passed and her answer echoed in me quite a few times though I never gave any significance to it.
And then one night under the spicy sky of late July someone asked me: "What the hell drove you to become a teacher?"
I don't know - I answered.

Photo: Beautiful Irony by Proseuche