I'm having... a Cold Day In The Sun.

Took the high dive into your brain
And you made your only calls
You just might wear your welcome out if you don't let it go.

And there's nothing that you couldn't say
Cause you said it all before
Think it's time you walk this lonely road all on your own

It's your cold day in the sun
Looks like your bleeding heart
Has already won

Wish I could take it away
And save you from yourself
You get so lost inside your head like no one else

Looking for someone to blame
Blame me all along
You'll take the heat, but you would never take the fall

It's your cold day in the sun
Looks like your bleeding heart
Has already won

You're so afraid
That you are the only one
That you are the only one
You know

Don't be afraid
Cause your not the only one
You're not the only one
I know

It's your cold day in the sun
Looks like your bleeding heart
Has already won

It's your cold day in the sun
Looks like your bleeding heart
Has already won

O sentimento de ontem continua a dominar o dia.

Letargia. Era este o termo que procurava  para definir o meu estado. Letargia.

Hoje, há apenas um burburinho das obrigações e responsabilidades que me tumultua. Apenas isso. Se aparentemente me movo, é apenas isso, aparentemente. Por dentro, prolonga-se o sentimento de ontem: Still

 

If you'd like to walk a while
We could waste the day
Follow me into the trees
I will lead the way

Bring some change up to the bridge
Bring some alcohol
There we'll make a final wish
Just before the fall

Promise I will be forever yours
Promise not to say another word
Nevermind whats done is done
Always was a lucky one

Watch the sunrise all alone
Sitting on the tracks
Hear the train come roaring in
Never coming back

Laying quiet in the grass
Everything is still
River stones and broken bones
Scattered on the hill

Promise I will be forever yours
Promise not to say another word
Nevermind whats done is done
Always was a lucky one

Promise I will be forever yours
Promise not to say another word
Here forever deep beneath the dirt
Nevermind whats done is done
Always was a lucky one
 

Hoje é um daqueles dias.

Um daqueles dias em que nem sei como me sinto.

Sim, desses.

Em que nem sei o que quero.

O que posso querer.

Quanto mais o que posso fazer para me sentir melhor.

Odeio quando me sinto assim.

Sem saber ao certo o que sinto.

Estranha.

Apática.

Sem energia.

Sem motivação para nada.

As palavras proferidas pelos meus lábios aborrecem-me.

Tudo em mim é aborrecido.

E se não fosse vir aqui desabafar,

ficava isto cá dentro amarrado.