Heat

There's a spider on my laptop.

It's red. It goes up an down.. moving all around the perimeter of my screen.

It's hot.

The weather, not the spider.

But presumably the spider is hot too...

Wish I didn't have to revise and could enjoy the sun.

It's not gonna last.

The sun, I mean, but also the revision.

Cram, cram, cram.. for what? in two weeks is gonna be over.

What is the point?

There is no point.

It's like a sailing boat in the middle of the sea. No wind. Total calm.

Time will stop. And rush forward. But always giving you the impression there is no tomorrow.

Always, with the sun burning your skin.

We need a storm.

Rain on skin. Bare feet on grass.

The spider is gone.

Need sleep.

emails

Why can I never bring myself to write an email, even when my life depend on it??

There is something intrinsically wrong with me..

John Barleycorn must Die.

joy and pain

red and blue

Nuvole e Lenzuola

I wish I could stop time and give it another meaning. Or at least I wish I could be mature enough to get over it and stop lying to myself. Yes, I am a hypocrite and a lier. I always was. And now it's too late to change. So, as usual, I'll keep on the same, abused, smile and ignore the burning fire in my chest. I will pretend it's not there. I only wish I could pretend better and force my nerves and muscle to serve my will. But no. I'm not even a first class lier.. just a mediocre one. Great. Oh and I have no identity. that's the epiphany of the day: I am no one. But if I don't have an identity I can't lie can I? so being nothing makes me honest at the end... not sure if that make any sense.. I surely don't.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IDArttap7FI

John Barleycorn must die.