Take the day and not think about tomorrow least , Horacio sentenced. Perhaps as a key to bypass all what we are in this life, to win time to death. Waiting is so supine, that I have rarely wanted to take any day. I often think of staying in bed, dozing with his head wrapped the blankets. There, standing in my REM sleep, with no escape to other reality, which is supposed to be for real. I like that bit. Me out of bed every day and forces me to stretch based on slaps, when what I want is to stay catatonic until my time comes. How I hate to dress, eat, talk, smile, pretend that I care what happens around me. How I loathe to take on most of the time.
I wonder if I'm happy. I answer that I think not. Or do not know, but most likely not. And I am sick, very sick. I do not know how to take one day, I do not know how to live. My pain is a closure, a lock to life, because I'm terrified how wonderful it can be and will not know. I would throw a day, face them with determination, love and love me, but I have taught. I teach. I think anyone ...
Audio: Anthony & The Johnsons - Her Eyes Are underneath the ground
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