It's like somehow the sadness always find it's way to my heart. I have this urge to put it on paper, to draw, to photograph, to write lyrics about it, desperately trying to find a way to put it out of me. I've been feeling numb for quite some time now and I have no idea what to do to keep my heart far from the achy.
"Telephones and postcards with misshaped hearts beside the names
I've read this letter for the hundredth time today
I've rearranged, analyzed the words
Tried to find something between the lines that wasn't there
At least now i can see through these worn out lines and torn up pages,
Don't know how i'll fall asleep tonight"
It's snowing in my heart and my bed is the only place where I can feel warm, my mind is tricky and I can't tell what's real and what's not, am I awake now? is this a dream? is there anyone missing me? why are people always so selfish? am I that selfish? too many questions, too little answers. it's time to get back to bed again, maybe I will fall asleep or maybe I will wake up from this sad dream I've been living. One way or another, sadness will be right there with me.
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