domingo, 20 de julio de 2008


Pretty shocked... pretty, pretty amused by my freakin' reality dreams. Life sometimes tastes like relish and I really don't know how can that dip mess all my salad up. Start to think that, in fact, the dreams are like the drums on that odd song, and they come over and over and over. The drums, the drums, the drums. Better take my suitcase, covered of dust and full of those unhappy memories, and throw it throught the window. Maybe, just maybe, that could help my mental health. Health that's a little shitty. I hate when I get weak after a long period of abstinence. Maybe I need that on my blood and there's nothin' I can do about it. Or maybe is just the period of strongness that's gettin' tired of fight against my deepest wishes.

Maybe I should stop thinkin' and start flyn'. This ship is takin' me alone. Hate my sudden weakness.

1 comentario:

Carolina Plano dijo...

We go through rough patches, but after the strom, there comes the calm.

"Everyting will be alright..." sings Mr. Flowers to me sometimes. We must take a deep breath, look around and see the good inside what ever bad haunts us at the time.

I say this a lot, I know, but the water glass has to be half full if we want to enjoy the rest of whatever it's inside it.