After riding my bicycle through Gent, I decided to find a café or so to write and rest for a while. This is kind of perfect even if it is really expensive.
Chocolate and a nice coffee, were all I wanted right now. The day was amazing and fortunately now it's getting colder and colder.
Even feeling that now I'm realizing what I'll face in a nearby future, I feel free. No strings attached, no problems, nothing. I feel happy in a place when people don't judge others because they do different things. I saw students seated all around, setting tables and chairs in the streets, ridding their bikes everywhere. This is for sure where happiness stands. It's a strange city whenever I think that in a certain way it reminds me of Münster.
A family stands now in front of the beautiful table where I'm at. A father with a small baby and a young girl. The baby stares at a book called "Konijintje". He smiles while he pretend to read the small phrases lost in the middle of the colourful drawings.
An amazingly beautiful girl with short blond hair, ask me with a beautiful voice that causes me goose bumps, if I need something else. Without her noticing it, I cover my arms to hide the goose bumps.
It's difficult to understand what's real or not, when you're running away.
This is it, I think to myself. Going from here to there, staying here and there, falling for one girl and another, total lack stability. This is probably the best way of being stable. Living peacefully with my inner ghosts. But I admit that it's kind of strange to thing that after searching for perfection all the time, and stability, all I need is to stop trying to be perfect all the time and just go with the flow.
While I wait for Eva, I continue thinking till they kick me out of there.
They are about to close, and outside it's getting colder and colder.
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