mercyforest (rough translation)

this place is as magic as it was when I was three years old. immediately, I feel safe, relaxed and just -good. I am not alone here though, and in some way responsible for a's wellbeing, too, I guess. obviously, she doesn't see the place the way I see it. that's new. I am in a terrible mood when it comes to compromising, I get surprisingly ungracious and intolerant when disturbed in my inner retrospect. not so nice. I am easier when drunk, I get all lachrymose and my heart opens up and forgives all I cannot stand in sober daylight. now, that's not so healthy now, is it. I always knew what I would surely once become in my life: a drunk, a miserable cynic, or an artist. I chose the latter, but now that I am on holiday, I feel the others are breaking through. as a precaution, I just bought crayons and paper and will start landscapes and lyrics in a bit. and if that doesn't work, there is always pinot in the fridge. yes, I know- romantic this is not.