I can not sleep ... It will be the coffee this afternoon ... I do not know ..
I hate nights like this! It 's time in which everything comes out ... The mind travels ... Thoughts arrive, leave, come back ...
These are the classic moments in which I can call into question my whole life ... I am thinking, thinking ... A deluge of questions I ask myself who happens to never find an answer! Why not
arrive, sleeping? I do not want to think!
I try to find that bit of rationality that I have lost somewhere ... I can not focus on anything, take the right distance.
Sometimes I think I should be more cynical, I try to try ... But my nature has always prevailed.
My head tells me that everything should be as I say. What scares me is different from me, I do not know ... My relationships suffer my 'want to reorder the chaos of the world' ... Drain on them all that I find inexplicable in my surroundings.
Maybe I should just understand that perfection does not exist ... What is then the perfection? The repetition of things all the same? Nothing ... Here's what it is.
Through communication we express our differences. Well, I will begin to truly communicate. I do not hide behind this most cursed mask. I am not ashamed any more of my thoughts, my weaknesses, my fears.
I hate nights like this! It 's time in which everything comes out ... The mind travels ... Thoughts arrive, leave, come back ...
These are the classic moments in which I can call into question my whole life ... I am thinking, thinking ... A deluge of questions I ask myself who happens to never find an answer! Why not
arrive, sleeping? I do not want to think!
I try to find that bit of rationality that I have lost somewhere ... I can not focus on anything, take the right distance.
Sometimes I think I should be more cynical, I try to try ... But my nature has always prevailed.
My head tells me that everything should be as I say. What scares me is different from me, I do not know ... My relationships suffer my 'want to reorder the chaos of the world' ... Drain on them all that I find inexplicable in my surroundings.
Maybe I should just understand that perfection does not exist ... What is then the perfection? The repetition of things all the same? Nothing ... Here's what it is.
Through communication we express our differences. Well, I will begin to truly communicate. I do not hide behind this most cursed mask. I am not ashamed any more of my thoughts, my weaknesses, my fears.
