Today I woke up at 9 a.m.
I heard some eggs sizzling in a pan, some songs on the radio which I've heard so many times in my life, that they don't even cause any feelings anymore. They're just a part of everyday life, that I'd forgot about for a while. But today, I've heard a real Sunday
I haven't slept so long for a month. My first month of the second year of high school. I've had no Sundays, no Saturdays. Everything's the same. Work.
I've been always aware of my crazy ambitions.. but I'm tired. I think of you all very often. When I first thought of writing anything here, I told myself "Nooo, you have no time for this!"
. But then, I realized, that it's bullshit. I have time for everything I want. I just need to relax a little bit. I have often told you stories
About the way
I lived the life of a drifter
Waiting for the day
When I'd take your hand
And sing you songs
Then maybe you would say
Come, lay with me, love me
And I would surely stay..
I'm doing well and I miss you all. I don't know when I get to finish my next real
journal, but I know it will
happen finally. And I'll be back to posting Art.
I wish YOU all the best. Work hard, but not too
hard. Sleep well, eat well and take care of yourself
. No one else will. But I feel I'm growing older
And the songs that I have sung
Echo in the distance
Like the sound
Of a windmill goin' 'round
I guess I'll always be
A soldier of fortune...