Lost. Loss.
In recent days I have noticed they start doubts grown branches, just my ideas come tomorrow. Distrust of the time consuming task of thinking, only I avail myself of that consumed by the job. I can not believe that it is I who live in, do not understand. I do not understand.
tasks accumulate on the desktop, I always finish just in time, but do not have the latest deadline. I eats away the fear of wasting their time, shedding hours, a vital water leak in the drainage of my existence.
I can barely remember why I'm going on this path, but I maintain the finish line, far away. I have a presentiment of the coming sun Rising, I have blind eyes to much light. I feel that nothing moves me while I'm melting, is like losing all concept and choose to fill the space with warmth.
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