Days like this one are strange. I know that I exist. Times goes by so slowely., But yet it escapes. In hurry. My scary thoughts are ” Here, right here will I never be again.”, ” Younger then this will I never become.” or the idea ” COME ON! Do something valuable. What you value!”. I can´t listen. Not in myself anyway.
Earlier on this blog have I wrote about how much anxiety I wear because I never.. Ever do anything. Actually, it´s not true. I do something sometime in someways. I have started to do more. It makes me feel better. I love that I have the strength to paint, jog and practise my guitar. I also love that I want to pic up the camera. Badly I don´t own a good one. I just dreaming about how beautiful pictures I would be able to take. I´ve found a small dream.