ANother gray winter morning with my thoughts running wild.
I thought I'd be tired and sleep long today, but no, there's no chance, when you're anyway having nothing to do, theres gonne come boredom and still make it better.
Well boredom, Time is sneaking honeylike alongside me when it would better run, I am so so tired of the always same ways in which my days pass+, change is to come, and the nearer it comes the less I am interested in my present state.
Good or bad?
I don't know--
I just realize my thoughts are too fast to be grabbed and typed down.
Some kind of effect, anyways.