Sometimes I don't know if it's falling in love, wanting, just being horny, the effect of the moon, something left from past lives, the perfect match, push up bra, twin soul, not wanting to sleep alone, or what the hell. Sometimes I refuse to see the pattern, I convince myself it's different, magical, mystical, meant to be.
Is it really? or is it just the moon, the hormones, the lighting, and the bra?
Whatever it is the feeling is the same. It's really heavy in the chest, the mind is imaginative, sailing creatively on fantastic ships to loveandhappyland. It's a hurting feeling, the fantasy is never enough, the contrast is painful.
Sometimes the fantasy is on the way to being realized. Then a collision with reality is destructive. Suddenly there are traffic jams in loveandhappyland, It's not so clean, people are not so wonderful and the food is bad. Suddenly I wake up in dissapointmentandsorryland with a hangover and a whole new system of excuses and reasoning.

These days I'm doing some Photography at the Jerusalem Film Festival. Ten days of films, cocktails, celebrities, parties, old and new friends and Beautiful girls.
Like Rony. From loveandsorryland.