Être Et Durer
Sometimes I feel like I can’t break away,
and I can ever get free from these chains.
It burns me up, it tears me up inside…
My soul is forced to the ground, can the source ever be found?
Can I get free?
Struggling to calm the fire, with everyday it rises higher.
Face to face with my own hate, will it destroy me as it saves?
Calm the fire… can I calm this fire?
Now… Get Free!
Jesus fucking christ. I am sitting on a train and there is this female person that keeps babbling on the phone like a maniac. It seriously sounds like a group of 5 people all talking at once, at a volume, where I have trouble talking to someone on the phone myself. And she is sitting half way down the train car. I haven’t even seen her yet. It’s almost like some romanic type tongue during an exorcism. Portuguese would be my best guess. People: If you make a phone call in public, keep it down a little. Think of it like the audio-pendant to smoking. It’s fine, as long as you don’t make your environment miserable.
Got up in the morning, actually being woken up by the screaming of roosters and farm noise; how righteous is that? It was sort of overcast and I was sort of tired from the adventures in the past 24 hours still. So I figured I would take it easy and have the relaxing time I actually had come here for. After having finished “Clueless” with Colin Hanks and Tony Shaloub (What an odd flick) last night and continued watching season one of “Doctor’s Diary”, I watched a couple more episodes and also did some journal writing. Continue reading ‘Attersee, day 2′