Thoughts in a Box

Those minutes where I am alone, just me and my pillow. I think. A lot. I think about everything, anything. It varies from "what am I doing with my life?" to "Did I have homework?" The room is so silent, but my mind is so loud. It drives me crazy because the things I would never think about, I think about. Sometimes, I have it because brings up things I rather never think about again. The split second before sleep is th most active seconde of my life. Here is my box of thoughts.

Porque sempre depois do bolo a gente vai pro bar.. é assim que é com os meus. Quantas juras foram feitas em bares a amigos, bêbados e trôpegos? Amigo é o que fica depois da ressaca. É glicose no sangue. A serenidade.

Brindo a casa. Brindo a vida. Meus amores. Meus amigos.

Posted February 7, 2011 at 6:21pm