Trading idealism for a cup of coffee

My eyesight is not the best. To be sincere, its quite impressionistic.
Maybe I have never wanted to see the world as cruel as it might be. I just blured reality sometime in my adolescence. Those important things are „invisible“, as I heard, anyway. 
 
I thought of this while I was watching my shadow walking in front of me, at 5am, after whole night party. With messy long hair, cool wind gently blowing... 
It warmed up to minus 1
...street lamps shining.
And then just sudden darkness, lights extinguished, because somewhere in Ukraine is daylight already. Invisible sound of high-heels on a frozen road. Was I not angry, I would think: so epic. This word is so very IN. I dont even know what it means, but its cool. "Like from movie". As if any part of my life was not like from the movie.
But then, what would it be like, Amelie without happyend, right?;)