lie in

sunday afternoon, best time to hang out and be lazy.


i feel a bit chained in my own box, i cannot breathe. I've been writing and drawing a lot lately. The problem is that i cannot put them all together, I cannot put myself together. Like.. i lose all this time, i dream all this time, i crawl all this time, i search that certian arm and that certain smile all over.

I've been climbing my window, just to get a breath of fresh air. i couldn't feel a thing. Now i'm almost asleep on the floor, counting the hours until morning. I just hate that i have to sleep at night. I cannot stay awake because my body hurts, i cannot sleep because i have the strangest dreams and i wake up like insane; then all day is fucked up.

blah blah blah . too lazy to care after all, but i'm missing...