Slīkoņi

Mākoņi sakrīt jūrā; gluži kā sapņi, kas izslīd no veselā saprāta. Nepaliek ne laika, ne mūžības. Zem okeāna dzīlēm slēpjas ekstravaganti vaļi, kas sen izmiruši. Iznīkuši, vairs neeksistē. Mēs tos esam nopirkuši, tad izmetuši. Aizmirsuši. Atvadu skūpsts vēl paliek pie stikla lapas pielāpīts. Mēs plīstam. Mēs plīstam kā vārgi bērni, kas izsalkuši maizi zog. Logiem aizsalušas rūtis, pasaule paliek gluži balta - gluži neredzama. Pagalmā spalgā balsī tiek karinātas nošu zīmes un pamācošas melodijas. Mēs dungojam no priekiem, ka rītdiena var nepienākt. Sameklēsim izdzisušo pīpi un to iekursim no jauna. Nodedzināsim savus mežus, savas mājas. Tapsim miruši, un eksistēsim savu iedomu parodijās. Eksistēsim tāpēc kā tā ir vieglāk nekā dzīvot. Būsim bezalgas putni ar vistu spārniem. Apmaldīsimies un nemūžam mums nebūs uzzināt pareizo ceļu. Tu tik dziedi tās skaistās dziesmas, jo rītdiena tiešām var nepienākt. Lai mūžīgi līst remdenas lāses, lai krīt no beztermiņa mākoņiem. Lai loka pasauli savās kontūrās. Mēs iesim peldēt, mēs iesm slīkt.

Well, Well, Well

Yet another moth has come to it's dénouement. Summer is coming to an end. I wonder how people here in Scotland even get the sense of summer. For me the summer feeling has grown into me as I was growing up.  Me and my brothers would spend summers out of the city visiting relatives. We'd be eating fresh fruits and vegetables just picked from the garden. The school would be out for the entire summer. And naturally, you could feel that the temperature is higher, days were longer, and everyone would be our in summer clothes complaining about the unbearable heat. Plus it's the beach season, everyone goes swimming and tanning in the sun. However, here in Scotland things aren't as simple. As far as I know the school year here is longer. In begins earlier and ends later. (But somehow I get the feeling that they don't learn half as much as people elsewhere do.) The get some weeks of in the summer, but soon go back to school. Days remain cold, though they do appear to be longer, i.e. the sun stays above the horizon for a bit longer than in rest of the seasons. The grass stays green all year around. No one goes swimming and words 'natural' and 'tan' never come close to each other. It continues to rain 24/7, like any other season. The temperature remains low, and your body does not understand why fat storing season never ends *chuckle*. :D

Anyway, my point is that Scotland has no summer.

Kaku lācis.

Ielas noklātas peļķu paklājiem, bet starp ēkām lavās silti saules stari. Pamostoties pus astoņos ir grūti saprast vai diena sen galā, vai arī nu pat sākusies. Tas droši vien tāpēc, ka vakar tomēr sanāca 'iemest sīvo'. Zinu, biju stingri nolēmusi nedzert divas nedēļas, bet, ja ir kompānija tad jau var. Visa šī nedzeršanas pasākuma mērķis bij, lai es gluži vienkārši dzeru mazāk alkoholiskos dzērienus. Mērķis sasniegts, esmu tomēr prātīgs cilvēks, ja pacenšos. Skaidrs, ka varu arī iedzert tā, ka ir forši. Un ko, lai saka, vakar bij ar forši. :)

Bet par to agro celšanos, nezinu, varbūt, ka viens no čaliem ar kuriem dzīvoju kopā pamodās pirms manis un es no viņa ņemšanās un staigāšanas uzmodos. Lai gan man šķiet, ka organisms man ir pieradis ap to laiku celties. Kā nekā, agri ceļos, lai dotos uz darbu. Strādāju sešas dienas nedēļā. You do the math.


Bračka raksta, ka kaķis slims. Infekcija astē. Pašam brālim vaina kājā. Bēdīgi. :(

Turklāt es pati savas muļķības dēļ esmu apslimusi. Neko, dzeru siltas tējas un klepus sīrupu. Viss būs labi.


Ja esi kaku lācis, tad piecas reizes pietupies un tad skaļi nobļaujies, ka šodien ārā saulains laiks.

Lai tā saule spīd. Pēc rīta pankūkām došos uz centru. Bez vakars vēl miglā tīts..


Kā tev labi klājas? ;)

6 Words

NaBloPoMo:
Describe what happiness means to you using just six words.

Me:
Happiness - biking when it is raining.

It's in Your Hands

Feels like my hands are growing bigger. I wash my face with water of rain. It stings. Small drops run down my face. I feel them tickling my neck and I can't help but to smile.

My arms are getting bigger - I'm able to hold my own head. Feels like an absolute mystery. Can you imagine how it is to have your own head in your hands, and have full control over it? It almost feels like a dream, like flying in clouds. And then you want to hold on, but there's nothing solid. It's the sky. So I just keep holding my own head, I can't let it fall.

It's not really a story. More like a confession you see. My arms are eager to hold the entire world. I know I'd trip and drop it on the ground. It would brake into billion pieces and I'd feel like the one who drove the earth over a cliff. I'd have an unbearable feeling of guilt. So I always choose not to take the risk.

I'm too coward.

The rain hits a pause button and my face slowly drys off, while my arms begin to shrink. And the next thing I know, there's surface beneath my feet, and no longer am I holding my head.

Why did I have to let go?

Truth About Rain + Life

Dance

If I could I would learn how to dance salsa, I would dance all night long. The rain drops would fall and cover the ground. I'll be bare foot, and so will be you. There would be live music. The notes would invade our souls and we would forget that there is anything else in the world, but me and you, and the infinite sounds that make us dance. The moon would be full, so there wouldn't be fake lanterns above our heads. The wind would be calm and gentle. Our hands would touch, would fit like two pieces of a puzzle. We would never let go. I would be in a dress. While I would dance with you, the dress would dance with the rain. There would be only the two of us and yet there would be way more than that.

But when the morning will come, the musicians will stop. The sun will come up and brighten the streets. You will go back to where you came from. I will stay in the rain. 

Yēēy to rain.

My profile update in facebook was updated at 1:30, it was simple, but perfectly expressing my feelings: "rain! ♥" Soon it was liked by my a relative of mine and I felt like I am not alone. Though I like feeling alone, sometimes it is nice to feel like there is someone else out there who agrees, at least a little.

School is coming to an end. There are 10 school days left and I can't wait any longer. My hands get all shaky and my head can no more think straight when I think about how soon school is going to be over. This is officially the last month! Exams start on the sixteenth and Prom is on the twenty-eighth.