Another lonely day

Just woke up at 3 p.m. after a "Night at the Museum". Maybe a funny night, maybe a night just thrown away as other numberless nights.
But it is not this the problem.
The problem is still the same. Flown away, gone away. Never to come back to the harbour I use to stay. The harbour in which I want to lay.

"... can I too lay in... ?"

... you can not, or maybe you just don't may.

Comments

Anonymous said…
well, darlin',
you should try not to fix on that harbour. there are better ones where you should (an where you can)lay in... you know it. you've had evidence about that. don't deny.
it's only up to you, and I know you know it
"...you can not, or maybe you just don't want..."
wake up, shake off your past and...my goodness! stop saying maybe and stop blaming yourself!

don't get angry for these words... I'd just like to ear that you're really changing yourself, not only the place you're working or living.
I'd just like to finally read: "I'm really happy!"

with affection...
s.
Anonymous said…
Don't let stuff piss you off, stay hard, man - don't pass too much time in fucking activity on the beach neither stay alone jerking your mind off - surf and take it easy. Frodo or Gandalf or someone else on this earth trust you.
Long life to you - sweetheart.
s.

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