Themelancoolicdude

it`s all bright and sunny ,almoust spring in january. I wake from the fizics profesor cry to the student`s ,as i lay on my back in a lazy manner.I look around me but i cant see the beauty of it all...my mind is elsewhere  and my ears are melancholic .Bleeding memoriess surround me as I think of it. Im scared .. scared I may never reach my full potential. I mourn for it,it`s a lust i cant resist. Art,me,nature,god,the world ..everything is just there and i need to let my self go free to see, feel ..breath it . I alwayss seem to fall behind in memories and past times ,living them over and over again as I hibernate into melancholy until a wonder

confused-been used -wanting to understand who i am. I just , just got to know what`s going on inside my mind.I just , just got to know what is behind.. this eyes...

It`s 5 o`clock in the morning every thing is covered in thick layer of darkness except the wide windows in front of my eyes, that glow of a strange blury blue.I can feel the silence around me . There is no one talking but i can hear voices. They are in my head and speaking of you ,and getting louder and louder as i pointlessly trie to silence them.I cant stop them . They are stronger than me ... So i just trie to give in to the shleter of deep sleep again. I lay in my bed in front of that hipnotizing and dreamy strange glow, but the voices wount stop. They remind me of the past few hours.I close my eyes and i see you ...