Blessed are the cracked for they let the light in.

It’s 23 PM again, the same 23 PM as yesterday and the day before. The moon is shining on my desk, trying to enlight my messy braincells. I’ve got a to do list that reaches the shores of Oregon and no will or interest in doing any of these tasks. My heart is a sour apple and my head is filled with fluffy stuff and groovy beats. Every night I go to sleep promising myself that the next day  I'll bring structure in the chaos. Someone once told me that if there's chaos, there's a way out. But is so nice to stay inside that dizzy cocoon of crazy-ness and ignoring the consequences of the future. It’s that time of the year my friends, the autumn blues are here. 

Note to self: Make better mistakes tomorrow.