Saturday, March 12, 2011

Obrazy Z Kwiatami Malarze

Thought to thought.

miss last for more than a childhood usual. Behind this typical insouciance of a child that nieprzejmowaniem the future, but life just for the children niemyśleniem. For the life of the moment, which was an ordinary, everyday and normal, for coming out into the yard to play ball, ride a bike with friends and dig tunnels in the sandbox for the hamster. I miss childhood problems, such as "I want to watch the story" when parents are watching a movie, which I could not see because of their age ... For waiting for the next part of the Potter series, which was my favorite book, the fact that I wanted to be a wizard, the Power Rangers and have your Pikachu. Now, as I recall about their problems from the past that if it were really great today, I want to laugh. I know that in the future I will not dare to present problems, because it's a different level, they always have to remain serious.
So I took those memories and a desire to return to childhood, therefore, that probably have never in my life I was so lost - the complete lack of ideas on life, every new day is a struggle with himself about himself and the plan of "1 ) wake up 2) Survive 3) it is bad, "treated as a joke becomes a reality. Compounded by the thought of the differences in relation to the world around me, glass is not even half empty, it's all lost in any sense. Therefore, without any sense alive themselves how the machine waiting for something to change, although changes on the horizon for a long time not see. You will say: So do something about it, I'll answer: I do not know how, I do not know in which direction I do not know why.

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