Nagging doubts No 50. Torn inside.........

Sunday...

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.