...'Cause I've got too much life running through my veins going to waste...

don't you feel smth like that once in a while? you are not doing yourself justice?

sometimes I feel myself a kind of diconnected from reality... I dunno how to explain it better. It's when you do smth, walk, talk - all is like through thick glass, barrier, protecting the world from you. Like looking to the screen of computer... I am a kind of interacting now but now like in the real life, pushing my emotionts through the net with my fingers striking buttons, small pieces of plastic with a strange signs on them. What do I have from all this? What will I get after all? Will you understand what I am saying not what I am writing? Does this lines worth to be written? Will they make me happy? Too much questions and too few answers... Normal state of lost people... I'll change smth... Does anybody renting a flat?

Now, self destruction is resurrection.
...we've just lost cabin pressure...

I am really tired. But have no time to rest.
I am sleppy. But have no bed to stretch on.
I'm thirsty. But only desert sun shine over the sands.
I'm hungry. But there are no food to appease this hunger.

Here we go again!