December 26, 2013 drunken, whimsy 0 Comments
I have daydreamd through the year. Here we are at the end again.
i find accumulating knowledge only confuses things.
somehow there is a rock in the centre of my life which keeps us safe. but i dream of travel and madness again like old days.
a shaft of cold air in my throat. but life is so warm. so many mistakes.
I wish i had the strength to go on building my castle.
there is a plan..
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