Can't stop to dream. Happiness depends upon ourselves.

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

the privilege of believing in your shit

Holy shit friend.

It's the one day before it has to be done. The only day is including the eight hours sleep.. so it's only 12 hours of work. Can it be done? I eat my breakfast (sardines and rice) with chopsticks. Thinking this will slow me down and I should enjoy my meal. But I rush through and create a blockage in my throat - what is this? Spaghetti? Thank you for the rice, the pot, the stove. The friends, the love, the time. The breathe, the life, the metal. The music, the weather, the air.

I slept well, and woke up early. Today is a day for business. & wine.