There is a Saturday in the morning, ... the vernal day shines in finally through a shutter first light like happy one does.
I lie only, I am not watching something else only get in consider.
I want to feel as I enjoy the moment.
I feel it finally, that good. That from everything independently good feeling, to lie in the bed so only.
Next breakfast, order pile, hangin' with my girl .Walking.. Sunshine lake. Swans, waterfront. And I find myself again. That's me.
The minute does not count only, how I am sitting, the waterfront, glitter the grass, swans on the water, talkin about everything...I eatin' my choc, and everything like that as I would like it.
For me good. Rare. But exceptional occasion. I smile within, and I find my way back into the past directly.
How many days passed outside in the free one, and we were running around only, I saw now again, I rode it there in the grass, than then in the past.. for a long time. Plain things, but these stain happy one ..most I know it already.
I'm cold, but feel's good..like as if everybody who is walking around the lake finds himself from within. The same one is the scheme every day. Awakening. Tooth-brushing, breakfast, dresses selecting, bathing, making-up, combing one's hair, departure, travel on the train.
I'm working, we are chuckling with girlfriends, marches home, family, gymnastics, girlfriends, dinner sleep. But not now. I am me now. Something else. What stole up the pastl..és asks it, remember?I see myself, when they have never been doubst, his only, there were no decision, ther ewas no other what would have to be.They only, and the space. In the past such as the lights are with me, other shall follow the gray, shinin' my grow up. In a word sit the lake, on the ground, the grass already green. I understand me. What the which were missing.There is always I find the internal voice of peace.It is no longer angry. Past. It's been a thing of attention and this is amazing, myself .
I lie only, I am not watching something else only get in consider.
I want to feel as I enjoy the moment.
I feel it finally, that good. That from everything independently good feeling, to lie in the bed so only.
Next breakfast, order pile, hangin' with my girl .Walking.. Sunshine lake. Swans, waterfront. And I find myself again. That's me.
The minute does not count only, how I am sitting, the waterfront, glitter the grass, swans on the water, talkin about everything...I eatin' my choc, and everything like that as I would like it.
For me good. Rare. But exceptional occasion. I smile within, and I find my way back into the past directly.
How many days passed outside in the free one, and we were running around only, I saw now again, I rode it there in the grass, than then in the past.. for a long time. Plain things, but these stain happy one ..most I know it already.
I'm cold, but feel's good..like as if everybody who is walking around the lake finds himself from within. The same one is the scheme every day. Awakening. Tooth-brushing, breakfast, dresses selecting, bathing, making-up, combing one's hair, departure, travel on the train.
I'm working, we are chuckling with girlfriends, marches home, family, gymnastics, girlfriends, dinner sleep. But not now. I am me now. Something else. What stole up the pastl..és asks it, remember?I see myself, when they have never been doubst, his only, there were no decision, ther ewas no other what would have to be.They only, and the space. In the past such as the lights are with me, other shall follow the gray, shinin' my grow up. In a word sit the lake, on the ground, the grass already green. I understand me. What the which were missing.There is always I find the internal voice of peace.It is no longer angry. Past. It's been a thing of attention and this is amazing, myself .
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