Nobody cares whether you are truly all right or not. They are dealing with their own problems. Christmas feels like a forced holiday this year. I'm writing about my Dad maybe a little too much, but we were close, and this is my first Christmas without him. I miss the fun we had. The other family members are not that much of a challenge, not that funny, and not that witty. I don't have peace of mind, either.
I feel alone to a degree I have never felt before. I had a tiny spark inside of me for this December, but it seems like only my mind played a trick. I have to bear certain people and things for more than I think I'm capable of. I can sense my mojo is leaving me. Not a complaint, only a sigh.
Another topic: Colin Farrell was my first muse to write a script. I am still trying to understand why. The looks were not the ones that got my attention, but the amount of passion and pain I saw in the Irish actor's eyes. He reminded me of someone I know the best - myself. Sounds weird? It's not an ego game, just a 'similis simili gaudet'. Not that I've gone through Colin's troubles, but my own. I wish for some work together in the future (if there's going to be more time for me on this Planet Earth).
I still have a lot of catching up to do - watching certain shows and movies. My plan was to do it this Christmas Holiday. Let's get back to that! Books and films - they never disappoint.
your soul screenwriter,
Kata The Nomad
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