Far from me
Why the hell I feel that far from me when I am "on the road", not thinking about where and when to go, but going. And not really a need to really walk, but sitting and working and sitting and working and writing and writing, concepts, ideas, mails - not knowing if I'm lucky or not because I don't have the time to ask my inner me.
And IF it feels more familar to recognize the melancholy ("hello, darkness my old friend ...") thanfeeling beeing lucky I am frightened a little bit and work and write and write and work again more and more and more.
Have to take care not to leave me.
And IF it feels more familar to recognize the melancholy ("hello, darkness my old friend ...") than
Have to take care not to leave me.
Ideenjongleur - 27. Sep, 23:14
what are you writing?
...just wandering around the internet killing time being curious, while actually
I should get back to work
which is waiting
(so patiently, and just for me...)
if you are into martha wainwright, try youtube-ing for "set the fire to the third bar".