I wake up, I find the jingle of the phone and lose the meaning of life.
The severity of the dreams I was sick all night.
I'll be protected from the world as long as I stay in the warm embrace of the bed.
Yet the logic that until recently was scontatamente part of me is now out of my reach. What is put one foot before the other, one thought after another, a moment after the other?
The interior and exterior are so mixed that I get up like a robot leaving the sweet warmth of procrastination.
In front of the mirror seems to me to observe the spirit of the past. The skin bleached by the lack of sleep, the eyes surrounded by traces of makeup and dark circles. Where is the beautiful smiling mask the night before? As you change, how we see ourselves different depending on your feelings. Before now ... and then after? I grasp the idea of \u200b\u200btime and again the meaning of life seems more closely.
But basically there is no time. It 's just the invention of men who can not stand the idea of \u200b\u200bliving a moment.
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