Sometimes it's interesting to realise how wrong you can be about someone.

It's like you have known one person from one perspective for really long time and then just in one innocence day at one moment this person shows you that you have been wrong. Like you don't know this person at all. And that is the moment when you are starting to think that maybe this second person is the real him. That this person have been fake all the time.

And it's interesting, because i can't understand why you have to bee someone you're not. Why to pretend in fron of friends and fake your own personality.

All this made me think that maybe there is someone who is thinking the same about me. But i don't think i'm faking myself. There is a difference how am i when i am with people who makes me (or better to say let me)  feel like stupid child or other possible variant and do it together with me. And persons with who i can talk about seriouse things.

Ofcourse then maybe i can seem not the same person but i think the closest friends and people with who i am together knows that i am like that. Not all of my friends like to do stupid things and make fun of them self's that's why i'm doing thous stupid things with friends who is just like me in this point.

In this world there is not one person who is just like you, so that means that you have several friends and they all are differnet with something, because you become friends with someone if he seems interesting for you in sum way and you have some kind unique conection with this person.

So why should anyone fake them selfs in fron of friends or anyone only to please everyone. It's stupid i think.

Whats the point of being individual in this world if you are no more than fake in other's eyes.?!

So the story starts Like this: 



This time it will be really simple.

So i and Anna decided that we need to go to Madona.

We was going by aouto stop.

At the beggining it was funny because at the place where we was standing couple meters in front of as was standing one of Rigas whore. All cars which was passing by looked at us really strange. Plus it was raining really hard. All Annas arm was wet from keeping it up... :D

Then we somehow get till Ogre and i saw how green grass there was, ofcourse i needed to lay down,it was so nice, in weather like this. For the first time in my life i felt how nice feeling it is just to lay in grass and catch the sun, the wind and sounds.

We should more often enjoy everything what is around us.

At the end one old men picked us up till Madona.

Aizskar manas dvēseles stīgas. Es lūdzu Tevi, lai pabeidz manis sākto meldiņu. Nedomā, kāpēc tas jādara, jo atbildi tu jau zini, es tikai apstiprināšu, tas jādara, lai zinātu, ka manai dvēseli nav tuvāka cilvēka par tevi.

Tev jāzina kur piekomponēt skaņas kulmināciju un kur to apstādināt. To, kad labāk vairs nesanāks, zini tikti un vienīgi Tu.  Sirds teiks, kad skanīgāk tā vairs nevar skanēt ne pie kādas prāta apziņas robežas, ne sirds ritma.

Tā būs tā skaņa, kad manas dvēseles stīgas spēlēs to pašu meldiņu, ko spēlē tavas dvēseles stīgas un viss, kas nav tapis skaidrs- pagaisīs ar melodijas kopējo skanējumu.

Neprasi ne elpu, ne domu.

Nelūdz man saskatīt to, ko nespēj saskatīt pats gadu gaitā.

Ne mans ceļš tev ejams, ne kopīgs gājums mums lemts.

Tas pagrieziens kur pērkons dumd būs tavējais,

Tas kur vētra plosās, būs manējais.

Un tomēr... Varbūt kādreiz, kad takas kut kur tuvu sniegsies,

Tu būsi izpratis i domu, i jūtu, i skatu uz mūžu.

Un tikai tad mēs spēsim sniegties roku rokā un cīnīt ceļu kurš sauksies- Mūsējais!