I always go to bed late.
late and I mean that period of time between half past three and a quarter to five.
at best. the reason is not simply a revolt against the world and its rules, the company that wakes soon and more.
the reason is that I, in the evening, I never sleep. few exceptions, in which unfortunately I count the time I fell asleep at nine and a half and then wake up to some reason to lie awake until midnight, guess ..... the three.
why I do not sleep soon, as I said that I did not sleep. and when I have it ... well, about three and a half Morpheus starts to tease me but I would head for a while '.
and the little 'I think what I fear most in this life.
I admit, is pretty trivial, but I think the passage of time. and the little 'I think what I fear most in this life.
I think when I decide to sell and finally let me fall asleep, I decided to end the day and to begin a new one.
a decision is not always easy, especially if the next day to some particular event type start the new school, new lessons.
recently I think about all day.
for me is not so easy to put an end to my day and accept of being catapulted into the new day.
I fall asleep and in a few moments I find myself thrown into a morning to deal with. paradox, if I have an alarm bet the decision is even more difficult.
a friend with whom I often find myself talking late at night, he told me not to have ever thought in these terms .
"fascinating way of seeing things .
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