
It is sunny, it is bright, it is quite warm in comparison with the previous week, it is the very first day of spring but i am fu**ing depressed and I dunno why...
CK says:
morning did u have good sleep?
Volan says:
not really
Volan says:
what about you?
CK says:
you will be ok
CK says:
i didnt do anything today weasted my sunday
CK says:
weast
CK says:
waist?
Volan says:
wasted
Volan says:
Who cares?
Yes CK I did not have a good sleep, and I picked up my matress and i found a dead rat, a horrible stain right at the bottom of the matress (our blood i guess...remember?) and fur from the cat, I saw your name written down on the wall in Katakana characters using markers in various colours, -also there are some child-like flowers scribbled beside it- and I just turned back avoiding that name that lives nine hours from here. Yes I am listening to Chucho Valdes and not that song from Waterloo sunset. I like waterloo, and the river and the breeze and the rolly on my mouth an a beer and the time that has long gone... ... ... I gave up smoking, and I am far from waterloo, far from you and far from myself.
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i have been thinking about you all day today.why is that?
now i know exactly why.