Down with the deafening sound in my chest that has the effect of a sounding board and try to regain a peaceful flow of thoughts. I need to put order in the drawers of my life because I'm afraid that in the long run do not find myself.
I think what I'm experiencing this period, whether it is worth fighting or abandon your fingers into a fist open and lifeless. Many of my desperate attempts in the last few months have proven that they took only gestures and wind forces.
I think of so many stories to fill small holes here and there, I have not had a whole.
It seems that I live in the limbo of the half, where everything is seen as temporary.
I just have my precarious to me not too long with project plans and hopes.
But we are also feeling insecure?
I've been wondering for a while and start again ... I could act and spare parts, new direction. Or stand still, motionless, alert. This latter option would cost me less trouble, perhaps.
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