Losing track of gravity
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duminică, 30 iunie 2013
Am nevoie de somn, dar nu pot, de fiecare data cand inchid ochii vad abisul pe spatele pleoapelor mele, ma rostogolesc in pat cu orele, renunt si ma ridic. E ca si cum somnul fuge de mine iar pe masura ce zilele trec si sunt privat de el sunt tot mai obosit, nu reusesc sa-l ajung din urma. Intr-un final insa, i se face mila, se opreste, si adorm.
vineri, 28 iunie 2013
It's my purgatory really. Dinner , drinks whatever. Never really all that interested, but I find myself telling her how beautiful she is anyway. 'Cause it's true, all women are, in one way or another, you know there's always something about every damn one of you, a smile, a curve, a secret. You ladies really are the most amazing creatures, my lifes work. But then there's the morning after, the hangover and the realization that I'm not quite as available as I was the night before, and then she's gone and I'm haunted by yet another road not taken.
duminică, 23 iunie 2013
sâmbătă, 22 iunie 2013
Hm. Sometimes you just, uhm, lay back in bed and thing about
how fucked up you really are, and there’s always the same thing that pops up in
your head. A while back you we’re someone else, and now, you can’t even feel
anything, it’s so rare to be touched or
moved by anyone, or anything to be honest. You just sit on a bench on the
street and you see a bird in the sky that is being moved by the current of the
air as the storm is about to begin. You wonder so many times while people come
to you with all their problems and you can’t feel shit, you just can’t, and you
imagine someone else in your place and you try to think from his perspective
and try to mimic the gestures and the feelings that you’re supposed to have
at that moment. You think back and see how life fucked you up time at a time,
slowly but sure, and in the end, what are you supposed to do, you just sit
there and watch, you don’t feel anything, it’s so awkward. Even though you’re
fine whatever happens, it just bumbs you out, it goes throught your head, is
this how you’re supposed to be, like an object, you don’t feel anything, you
just observe. Is that how you’re supposed to live your life ?
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