I complete waste of a day. I had so many things to do but I did nothing. Even I couldn’t sleep last night. I had tried two or three times during the day but it didn’t help. What I did is stupid rubbish talks. I kept so many things for the weekend but I did literally nothing. This should not happen anymore. I should be careful about wasting my time. Time is passing on. I really don’t have much time to prepare everything. I can see, I will be on rush very soon. What Can I do? I am stuck with a problem since last month. I have to find a better solution for that problem. I have already made few big decisions and those messed up all things. So I am in a mess now. I have to fix it up. I have to fix all of these, the life, the research, everything.
I couldn’t sleep for last few days. It means I am tense. It is not good. Working hard is not bad but being tense is not good. I should be relaxed but I can’t. Something is bothering me badly. The problem is I don’t know exactly what it is. It’s like I am afraid of an enemy that doesn’t exist. This state is not quite comfortable. Anyway, hope for the best!
Hear your heartbeat
ReplyDeleteBeat a frantic pace
And it's not even seven AM
You're feeling the rush of anguish settling
You cannot help showing them in
Hurry up then
Or you'll fall behind and
They will take control of you
And you need to heal the hurt behind your eyes
Fickle words crowding your mind
So
Sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in
Like waves of sweet fire, you're safe within
Sleep, sweetie, let your floods come rushing in
And carry you over to a new morning
Try as you might
You try to give it up
Seems to be holding on fast
It's hand in your hand
A shadow over you
A beggar for soul in your face
Still it don't matter if you won't listen
If you won't let them follow you
You just need to heal
Make good all your lies
Move on and don't look behind
So
Sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in
Like waves of sweet fire, you're safe within
Sleep, sweetie, let your floods come rushing in
And carry you over to a new morning
Day after day
Fickle visions messing with your head
Fickle, vicious
Sleeping in your bed
Messing with your head
Fickle visions
Fickle, vicious:
Sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in
Like waves of sweet fire, you're safe within
Sleep, sweetie, let your floods come rushing in
And carry you over to a new morning.
Sleep/Poets of the Fall