When the sun is in the sky...

She said that must be a song. I'm sure it is. Actually, there may be like a hundred fucking songs with the same fucking tittle.

And things just go through. And I sleep again, a few hours buy who asks for anymore, if we are dreaming awake. Nobody knows me, but everyone does. So intense. So real. So shame. So pride.

Being so tired + mad wheather = ill. Getting better.

Time is running out. Feeling fast, feeling slow. Feeling everything that deep so you could die of dreaming. I want to stay. Just hug me again.

You-were-right.

but you're not going to read this

and even if you do

you wouldn't ever think there's something about you in ... me

Anyway

let's do it again

today, awake