caymchase

Well, ok, here it is. Another day. 2nd day. And still we breath the same air, make the same silly faces and think about nothing. Or am I the only one doing this? 
 You could guess what my other day will be. Thinking another days over and over. Thinking about some festivals, some "actions" I won't participate in even if there was the possibility to. Thinking about the days in front of me and behind me. About the e-mail I SHOULD write but didn't (and won't write). About the tomorrow question's which I'm gonna stand with my head bent.
*headdesk*

(I should stop thinking and begin doing something. But I'm sooo fucking lazy. And maybe a bit afraid of what might come.)

It will rain again.
And the drops will fall down all alone.
Come and lick the pavement
It's crying
All alone
And the stones
are shedding tears
as if the end
was close
so close
...
ooo
oo
o