i wanna write something

and i don't know where to start from...this time it has to be in english, so it will be shorter and more dense and more inexpressive than i'd like it to be.
i think i'm gonna add a new section on this blog, with the music i've been buying here and the one i brought from rome. i still have not understood if it is music that gives life to my minds. who feeds them? would they grow up in the same way even if i couldn't listen at the music, at some specific music?
the head is quite bombing. it beats, pulses telling me it will worsen, just matter of time, we both know.
my friends left, and before them another friend left this apartment, i hope all happy to have been here. people do their best often without knowing what should be done. i had a great time with all of them. now i'm sleeping, even if i'm writing, trying to recover energies and sleep lost. no food and alcohol for at least 1 day. Auto Safety Shutoff, that's what will be next 30 hours.
Live slow and redirected to myself. the best place you'll never be there.
Life is almost a net, warp and weft crossing over people.
gentle, delicate eyes

posted by io @ 6:54 PM