"The best things come from nowhere
I love you I don't think you care." -Guillemots.
Listening to the Made up Lovesong #43 by Guillemots I woke up. Mentally listening actually, because I dreamt lots of things that lately as usual I wouldn't be able to remember. I had homework, a package to wait for, and stuff to buy at the local market. So I woke up with a mental lazyness for the world, so I won't go to the football training.
I got myself into the essay and left it at the first paragraph I started wandering on the YouTube thing to watch some more vids, I went visiting English Army on their blogs, I sang a little, and I watched some more videos, and the essays will wait, because the truck with Ice-cream outside is calling everyone for be honest as a child. I'm degustating some coconut flavour in the Tuesday mid-morning. I recently read about the deshumanization of the art, with some ideas on abstract thoughts and how not to fall into disgrace or colourful smiles in one second. But today is a simple day and listening to Guillemots and eating Ice-Cream I feel like screaming I'm bloody happy today. Though I love and nobody cares, though last days I've been depressed (and repressed), though last nights I have been harassed with dreams of old times, though last nite a girl asked me how for much I have been alone (a girl that used to like me), though I can't find my Kant bedtime book. Though everything I love you through sparks and shining dragons.
This is a post of me having a rush of euphoria inside myself. It may be not visible as common euphoria, but if I'm smiling right now, it's because there's something in this song that changed my day.
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