Well what it is with the world and the all those fevers, spreading by the smallest fecking mosquitos all over the world, like they are running havoc on their own accord. Bastards they are just flying all over and they try to aim and pick on the tasty person like they were picking the muffins in the shop. Hey I would like the one with sprinklers on her face, next to one with dreadlocks, sweet lord I will not get dreadlock one again.   I was fucking high as a kite for a week and I was just laying at the sofa dreaming about snicker bar after biting him for feck sake.

And they are all females you know, the mosquitos who bites are all females, so no wonder right. Instead of just yapping and bitching they just bite, straight away no mess. Well it is better I guess as at least we know what they are going to do, no pretending at all. It is a love hate relationship as we hate them and they love us, till blister tears apart, and sometimes you scratch that itch bigtime, aren’t you ?

We are kind of mosquitos too as we are too looking for something nice and tasty and warm, most of the time it is the body warmth of the other human being so that we have this warm feeling in the hearth as if someone poured the hot coffee inside our heart through a special direct valve. Also we sometimes trying to scratch that itch  too as if we trying to make it go away but sometimes it just don’t go away. We scratch and then there is relief but in a while it come back and here we go again.

When the special direct valve is open we seems to occasionally get a dose of the heart warmer, not too often maybe but sometimes it is like the hot strong coffee came directly down and  kick started the pump to the into highest gear. We also could think that we really are mosquitos as we feeling like we are flying, light and high as the kite but realistically we are just floating over the ground on the cloud called love.

You know the feeling when your face turn without any reason and suddenly you are facing the beautiful green spring that is so mesmerizing that you are just falling in, downward spiral into abys of the bliss. The bliss of the heat in the hearth is rising and rising and suddenly you are realizing that you are flying like the ballon filled with helium, light and happy to dance in the wind. Best feeling in the world as you are falling into abys of bliss and simultaneously flying  and you wish that this feeling is never-ending.

However sometimes we are our own mosquitos as we stick the needle and bust this happy dancing balloon to fall down on the ground, in attempt to save ourselves from flying away on the cloud to the land of far far away. There are many reasons for that I guess and only the smart psychoanalysis might have answer in the individual cases but sometimes is just as simple as social constrains of society. It could be the age gap, that makes us the burst that ballon ahead of anyone else trying to shoot it down with heavy artillery on social networks and judgmental looks, comments. It is interesting that someone happiness, could cause the itch that everyone else wants to scratch, just never the person who was bitten.

When bitten it is just a small bite and sometimes the itch is really just tiny and sometimes big but it is the intensity that bother us not the size. The intensity is the main cause for moral or social alarms sounding as warming sirens of the soul or the mind. If the alarms are not loud enough or we trying to ignore them, the universe will sound the bell of reason and get things back in order in his own way.

Kind of like getting the dengue fever day after falling into abys of bliss while flying high as a kite, while trying to ignore the age gap.