crawling from one chair to the other..
looking at photos of the past..
thinking of tommorow's past
a pain,like a knife..
tearing my chest in two..
i am getting older..
and i need to take care of myself..
a phrase wondering in my head..
"just a perfect day.."
time passes on..
and you keep on waiting for more,
than your emptiness devours..
"the song of the day is coming from mr Lou Reed..
Just a perfect day..while waiting for the perfect day"