суббота, 19 декабря 2009 г.
|Альбом: I'll Follow The Sun|
Ok, I've just moved. Let's say I moved here 2 years ago, but I still have no home. Strictly speaking, I have several places I could call home, but no such a place that would be mine.
I'm too nervous. Nervous and ill. This city, my beloved, doesn't love me anymore. I lose everything: I lose most intimate things. I don't know what to do: everything seems to pass away so unexpectedly, so quickly.
Seems as if I had fabricated an illusory world. But it is so sad. I don't know what to do. To dust the traces of the past?
Do. Not. Check. Your. Mailbox.
Do. Not. Think. About. The. Future.
You have nothing. Nothing at all.
Not in my line... Not in my line?!