The door is open. At least that's what they all say.

Today I'm listening to Headlights by Dispatch

Everything stands still. Dull noices. I can't hear anything besides my heartbeat. That's the moment when I realise that there is some reason for all of this. I just haven't found it yet. Might be tough time, relationship problems or just all problems connected into something more and more serious. I would like everything to be so simple, so easy as it was at the beggining. Now I'm drowning in my thoughts and I can,t find the way to be back on the shore. I thought I needed heli but I guess there is nothing and nobody that can help me. I have to help myself. After all "the door is open" so the only thing I've got to do is to come on inside.

Corroded mind

Today I'm listening to: "Drunk on the Moon" by Tom Waits

When people you trust are letting you down, when everything becomes shit, what can you do to deal with it? Get drunk one the Moon. That's the only way to overcome your frustration. Trust me with this.