fuck me i have no peace.
where do thoughts end?
nowhere i guess.
do they ever sleep,
or take a nap at least?
my brain works so fast,
it steps from one world to another,
it wants to go everywhere,
it wants to go back to the past.
really wish i could see a Nirvana concert
wish i could create a collection
scared and curious about what's next
afraid of falling in love
too much love to give.
anyone.
kilos of clothes on my chairs
haven't got the slightest intention of tidying them up.
never ever want to miss an occasion,
i've got too many important reasons to go.
almost as much as i have to stay.
then my mind goes,
and my body stays.
restless.