Hiding from the falling bricks - Livets gåvor är död

Am hiding... death everywhere right now. Funerals, suicidal plans of nearby one, death everywhere... Life moves on and me with it... there is a possible change of economy stress soon, I might get a job as permanent again. Its a fun work. So thats ok. My future plans of romance seems go straight to hell though, better possibilities arriving in that reality.. Tries to not feel too much. It is what it is. Everything. DEATH is a New Beginning, in tarot anyway. Keep telling myself this. Still numb feeling inside. Livet... jag gömmer mig. Gömmer mina känslor, mig själv som en igelkott i sin lövhög, väntar på en ny vår. Ekonomiskt kanske det löser sig snart igen. Men pengar kommer och går, livet består. Det är ett ensamt liv.