Now I am crawling in (my crawling skin). I can't wake up anymore (can't find the door). I try to make a deal (with myself). To avoid the blinding door (once again).
Sometimes we find things we're not looking for. And we lose the sense of reason. Sometimes we lose what we are caring for. And then face the day without them.
Sea full of diamonds, good morning new day. I'll fix us breakfast, and the newspaper says. The company will lay off 5000 souls today. . "I wish I was a child with no worries back then", I say.