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We don't live in poetry

nor in fairytales.
nor in movies.
nor in fictionbooks.

somebody made me think for a sec.

we live now and here. the moment.

did i pretend something else?

that someone sounded very serious when saying it.

and i am very serious when answering.

do you remember your graduation day, or your first night with a boy, or even your first memory.
how does it look like?
like a movie or a fictionbook, no?
like a story that you tell.

once it was reality... and the colors were less romantic, and the conversations less dramatic.
but your head remembers the story, turned it into poetry.
a movie that you can rewind again and again.

amazing memories. when i think of it, it is a movie.
but those days it wasn't. those days it was just fun.

and there are other days, when i shout in the phone, or somebody cries in the shower. or the night gets into day, and we didn't stop working, or an impossible client only knows his deadlines but not my needs...

yasser once told me: you always have good news.
my answer: because i silence the bad.
some people are very negative. and you become sad listening to it...
personally i keep up my spirit focussing on the nice news.

so, am i telling myself a ly?
i don't know, i sometimes wonder...