as the beginning of spring is not bad, it's raining outside and inside (of me) I feel the storm coming and I feel tired, lacking any energy, destabilized, emptied.
I need colors to awaken lethargic state in which to October, and instead it's all gray. slowly and inexorably.
these are strange days, hopelessly bound to my mood swings. just a word spoken, or written a sentence for me to take off and sink that bit of hope I had bought into a similar situation.
I need colors to awaken lethargic state in which to October, and instead it's all gray. slowly and inexorably.
these are strange days, hopelessly bound to my mood swings. just a word spoken, or written a sentence for me to take off and sink that bit of hope I had bought into a similar situation.
live suspended by a thread, I get up in the morning hoping for something that has not been achieved on time when I fall asleep. and then dream, I dream things that I wish with all my strength and I can not have.
[view from my window.]
No matter how cold the winter, there's a springtime ahead. .
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