ווינג-צון. בלוג מסע.

Each time I say goodbye to a nother iluzion I feel the need to drink something.

like to selebreat how everything is down, not working, not something.

I know it must have started good, by wanting to make something better from a pain, or a helpless situation, and yet.

I was trying to give that up today.  well, did not make it compleately, but did try.

I know it is all "up to me" but me is not that good in up, I guess.

I had to give up a nother fantcy today. 

it was exposed and it has no longer have that thing of keeping me happy.  my sicrat garden of hope.  it is no  longer in active condition.  and yet, just like all the rest of the iluzions that I had to shade off me resentely, it feels painfull and it herts me to give it up.

so much I almost felt like closing my eyes and forget about the facts. 

but somehow I can't. 

so I guess I have to move on.

it is just that tonight, with all the dog's hair all over the flore, and the loundry I did not do, and the this, and the that

and I feel so Sheet, man,

and the first, second, and third thing that come to mind is - dame- where is that dealer and why is he not responding

I know ther is a whole world out ther .  and it may even be shaining.

I hope I'll find it. 

I say a littel pray for me