I'm so god damn tired. I feel like I have not slept for days, and that's not far from the truth, acually. I don't even remember what I'm dreaming, that little time I sleep. My night-book is almost empty. I look terrible, tired eyes and messy hair. Should have been in bed hours ago. So you only get to see my shadow today.
Tomorrow morning I'll swim again. And today, I have both trained and been riding my horse. Something about it feels easier than everything else, and I can't stop. I just can't.
"Så lenge du ikke vet mer om ditt neste sekund enn hva du vet om din neste død, hvorfor er du da redd for hva døden ønsker deg velkommen med, mens du samtidig ikke ofrer gaven din, som ditt neste sekund venter med, en tanke?"
torsdag 18. februar 2010
Day 2, I don't know if someone is watching over me anymore
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