Am i so old that i'm too tired?

Am i so tired that i rather keep quiet?


And yet again i start to tell about nothing... and that while i don't want anyone to share - neither anyone to believe.

Why do i keep doing those things? And why is it that i'm unable to write a single word about it?


All feels so weak and i find it difficult.

Again creating things just for the only customer i always had... but that was always there. Leaving anything else beside it. Not being able to do otherwise.

And when i ask why you show me all those fracture of vision - everything looking so shiny in clouds... so often i feel like i will never be able to do any of those things.

Where are u leading me again? Is it even you?


Factured in more. Now. ... or where i before? Have i been blind?

And every time i open my eyes i wish i had held them shut...


And all i can do - writing this.
A silent note.