o computador pifou;
o secador não ligou;
a janela quebrou.
te liguei, mas você não atendeu.
acabei falando com o seu outro eu.
tudo parece estar na voltagem errada;
ou talvez falta eu me desligar da tomada.
ao som de: Poléxia – Melhor Assim
it’s been hard to stop and think and write lately. I either write without stopping or think without writing.
there’s a knot in my stomach and i miss smelling the rain instead of getting my socks wet. i hate doing nothing when i get home because i’m too tired to do anything else. i’m happy one of my best friends is a snail. i keep making notes of my expenses but so far i haven’t been able to cut out a single one. i should just go and get a haircut. i’m sick of seeing some people twice a week. i’m grateful for getting this weird little flickering light inside of me that somehow insists on telling me that i’m doing okay most days. i should photograph more often. i shouldn’t be online after 7 pm. i should walk alone more. i should find out why i hate yellow so much – and wear it more often. i want to decorate my room – but where i sleep now isn’t my room, and where i live now isn’t my home. but i’m hopeful to get a home soon. i’ve learned that trust has nothing to do with naivity, but rather a sense that you are doing everything you can – and also that you empower your feelings by letting them free of judgement. and i believe i’m being me more and more and over and over again. and though i recognize i stumble often, anything that happens will be something i will eventually overcome.
listening while writing: Passion Pit – I’ll Be Alright