Jul 09, 2006 10:09
I just read a poem from Tom Waits that Katya downloaded, its quite good. I thought I did not likem poetry that much.
Just woke up, need to sleep more, however, have this stupid feeling, that there are so many things that I need to do.
Everything going so fast, I wonder how wouold I feel when I will be 50 or so. That my life was full or that I was getting ready to fill my life and never did. Does it matter. I guess.
V podrostkovom periode:) ya pomnu vse govorili o tom, vhto mol etot chelovek otkrutui, a etot zakrutui, mne kazalos tak ugasno, kogda tu zakrut dlya ludei vokrug tebya. Kazalos' tak galko, chto kakie-to ludi, kotorue buli ochen otkrutu i vospriimchivu k vneshnemu miru v podrostkovom vozraste stali gestkimi i zakrutumi. VSegda bul etot pafos, chto mol kak gizn' izmeila. A seichas ya dumau, chto moget ono i ne ploxo. Real'no vokrug takoe kolichestvo pidorov gnoinux, chto moget eto i k luchshemu. Moget eto i ne stoit togo. V konce koncov stanovitsya ochevidno, chto moget ne nado osobenno vuhodit za predelu samogo sebya, chto bu gut nasuschenoi gizn'u, po krainei mere tak v teorii. A s drugoi vse ravno tak tyanet k ludyam:))xa.