Talking about my feelings has never been easy, but my head or shall I rather say the whole of ME is full of them.  Many pages….endless pages: linking to some realities, making up some of my own realities, subjectively mine.

I feel as if living on stage, my life a setup, nothing is real.  The real me lives only in dreams, feelings, thoughts, wishes.  Where is the line between virtual, imagination and reality?  Don’t we all have our own imaginative reality?

I love life.

I love my life.

I am happy, mostly…..

But there seems always to be the bigger, better, higher, faster track.  The track that seems unreachable.  The fears that need to be conquered, the points to be proven.

I love to share.  I wish to share the real me.  Who wants to listen?  Who wants to see, feel, experience the real me?  Am I boring?  Who will question me or disgrace me?  Who will believe me and dig deeper?  Who will break me or make me succumb?

I LOVE LIFE, be part of it.

I ask you to.