every day I wonder how fast time runs by and how busy this month is. It is the first moment by now I write in my diary that I hadn’t enough time for Instagram to post every day one picture. Actually, I always have a very good feeling which photo I post next. Not this month. This month I randomly post and always hope that in retrospective it was the right picture and that the ensemble of pictures at Instagram looks pretty. I am a little bit afraid of maybe losing control. I ask myself if now the moment has arrived that the house of cards collapses and everything I toilsome established will burst, burst into thousands of pieces.
It is late in the evening and I have to hurry up to write today’s page. I am sitting here on my chair, listening to the rain drops throbbing at the window. My head is full of thoughts and I struggle finding an order in this chaos of thoughts. Minute by minute runs… tock, tock tock, like the clock of a thrilling movie scene.
Good luck I always find enough time to write my diary. This is the most important thing of all. The diary! Not social media, no, the diary.
The last two movies I watched at the cinema were “The Last Word” and “Going in Style”. Both movies were enjoyable but for my taste The Last Word was a little bit more fun. The next movie I want to watch is “Happy Burnout”, a German piece. Can’t wait to see it.