I'm filled with disgust for myself these days.
That I talk about me again.
Like I am the center of the universe.
And there's no place in this universe where I can hide from myself.
Myself is haunting me.
And I want to stop talking for a while.
Just to hear.
Maybe then,in the silence,myself will come closer to me.
And whisper in my ears what he wants me to do.
And I write and write and write,but I always erase it.
'Cause everything I write,irritates me.
Spring come to me,please.