flat

i could sum up these past weeks of my life to reading and writting.

i haven't done anything, but that.

be it inside a library or cozed up in my sofa, with a blaket and benny, the cat.

i feel flat and lifeless.only music helps. 

and the thought that the end is near, and little trips are or the way. 

 a dim light at the end of the tunnel.