thoughts are not true facts (unless stated). otherwise they would not be called thoughts: nothing is real, nothing is a fallacy, nothing is false

It is all very beautiful to open one's horizons. But what is it worth when you have several? it is difficult enough to make a choice, so why distress yourself with several?
What I'm trying to say is: - (unless you are overly naive) - the saying "you have it all or nothing" is false optimism. A truer saying would go forth as such: "you have the one and only choice or you choose to have nothing". I will admit the saying is not as concise.

You cannot possibly encompass two loves at once (schizophrenia excepted). So you may as well make the best possible choice. The opposite being the one leading to regret; regret being another step down from indecisiveness.

And now I am lying in bed, expecting something to happen. Whether it will appear from beneath my pillow or from above the low ceiling matters not. The only place anything worthwhile ever comes from is the imagination. True affection only comes from few living people, seldom from those you truly want it to come from. I am not trying to push people away; quite the contrary.
But plain complaints will hardly lead me anywhere. This is where I try to react responsibly and consequently without an optimistic result.
I have been finding it so hard to chase these words across the page these last few days. I try my best, but a failure will never account for a success.

The clock still is ticking round in its same old routine. And still: a glimpse is the most I can catch of you.

trailers are more exciting than real life

He was cycling fast through the city, wind rushing through his hair, three pints of beer running rapidly through his veins.
James crossed the river with its sleeping boats. He crossed the city square with its quiet fountains. And of the scenery he took no notice. Looking up to the large clock hung to the town hall wall he saw that it was twenty five minutes past midnight. He had just been to the cinema, early enough not to miss out the trailers.
It was quite an unexpected call from her that now led him to her apartment. It was on the sixth floor, so he hoped it would be worth the upstairs effort.
She opened him up, a fleeting smile across her lips. She then led him into the bedroom, got beneath the covers and said: 'I'm too tired, I'm going straight to sleep. Goodnight.'