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Hard day today. Since my awakening, I've been telling myself that Tuesday is the most shitty day of the week ever. Nothing to do but working and dreaming of doing creative things; nobody to see, except the people of my little working world.
Depressing weather; the only thing I can observe is the whiteness of my writing desk, the words of some dead persons that must laugh at my boredom from the above.
Fortunately, I can hear beautiful songs or noises. Hush Hush, Elliott Smith is singing " Tomorrow Tomorrow" and several cars are humming.
Listening to that, I'm thinking about truth. Beloved and non-existent truth. I'm thinking about sincerity. Fallen; fallen every beautiful feeling. Gone. Gone somewhere in the smoke, in the air, in the sky (with the Dead), in the seas, in my memory.
I hope, I really hope that "tomorrow tomorrow" will be a better day. I'd like so much to see people full of Life. No more people looking like china dolls please.
" Well i don't know where I'll go now
And i don't really care who follows me there
But I'll burn every bridge that i cross
And find some beautiful place to get lost "