Senseless rambling
I just wonder why it always ends up in the same old scenario. Here I am again, talking to the shadows at the funeral party. Figurally speaking, of course, - but that seems to be my ball and chain.
It's hard to move away from what's been holding you for years. But damn, in this constant search for inspiration I became completely insane. I need it urgently, need to give it away - or I'll fuckin' explode. But I don't find a way to release it here anymore. And what's the most cynical thing - I know where to get fulfilled. But I'll be there not earlier than in three weeks. And don't - please, don't! - tell me anything with the word PATIENCE in it. I ran out of this thing long ago.