Forever young

I have to confess, I look forward to grow old sometimes (yes I do!)... First of all because it makes me closer to the prospective of the end of my life, which would mean "no pressure anymore... at all!" Such a relief... On the top of that, it makes me hope as well that someday, if I am lucky, I will improve my appearence at an age it does not really matter anymore to become a "beautiful old lady".

The main problem I have with the fact to be young (still, but not for long!) is that there are things I can't get rid of... And I would be glad that my parents let me know what they have done of the f... manual which explains what is life all about...! Especially the chapter regarding one thing: how to get rid of all the bad things of your childhood... And nope, I am not talking about the real passion I have for chocolate as I really hope it will last for long... But the ability to be scared at night because a huge, ugly monsters on their way to eat me! So that's the reason why, once again, last night, I ended up by not turning the light off... (Goes til that point, yes) Too scared of feeling the hairy bones of a ghost touching my skin... Cause even if I am amazed by the poetry of Tim Burton's Corpse Bride, Edward Scissor's Hands etc etc (not really difficult when it looks like Johnny Deep indeed), dreaming of the same sort of creatures is far to be reassuring I can tell you. 

And the worst thing about it is that in spite of the fact that when I wake up, it seems that I have been in the middle of a Tim Burton's film, most of the time, none of those strange creatures were around... It is just a question of display, atmosphere, as I am actually the only actor of my nightmares and my really fertile imagination does not need any sort of odd creatures to make it look horrible... My little person is enough. So no Corpse Bride or any other scary look around. And the ironic thing about it is that most of the time, I don't even need them to be around... I harm myself really well alone and don't need anyone so the problem remains unsolved... Once I have checked that no monsters were hiding in my wardrobe, under my bed or behind my door (when I am brave enough to open it) the thing is that the fear stays, all night long. If anyone knows how to cure it... Gimme a shout!

"One need not be a chamber to be haunted;

One need not be a house;

The brain has corridors surpassing

Material place."  - (Emily Dickinson)