feelings
caught in thoughts.
Trapped in my view.
I'm not alone and yet hardly alone than at other moments and hope almost be alone in my loneliness to.
It feels like I'm dead in some way and I hoped it were really so, but I know better.
Every night the fear of sleep.
Each sleeping awake the fear of renewed.
On a happy new year ... What a joke.
think in any way I like to hear on the current situational change. I miss the idea entirely or even strength and support, which I probably needed it. I slipped into a rigid deaf and I remain there until ...
... Yes, actually until when?
God, these are thoughts so tiring, without making tired ...
And again I can not sleep.
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