It is dawning and I am not tired. I have a funny good feeling about the tomorrow, today, in a week or any time at all that is fit to be called “future”…
It is a kind of feeling that keeps you distracted the whole day. I don’t know how to explain it…
It is nice. Well, you know already.
I think my sleepies are coming to conquer my dream….
I think I’ll go.
Listening to Norah Jones _ Sinking Soon