Feels like home...
I think nothing smells as delicious as this sultry wind coming in from my window
It's been decades since the last time I felt it caressing my skin, crawling shameless to my nose
Makes me remember old good hard times when I was to spent complete nights dedicated to my art, my writing.
It's 3:12 in the morning and it's more than sure tomorrow I'll be a vegetable at work
but I'm here
I don't feel tired or sleepy
I only want to keep writing
and something out there is coming to me again
FEELS LIKE HOME... :)
It's been decades since the last time I felt it caressing my skin, crawling shameless to my nose
Makes me remember old good hard times when I was to spent complete nights dedicated to my art, my writing.
It's 3:12 in the morning and it's more than sure tomorrow I'll be a vegetable at work
but I'm here
I don't feel tired or sleepy
I only want to keep writing
and something out there is coming to me again
FEELS LIKE HOME... :)