Shift

Lacking action.
Is it just me or everybody has these days in which they feel a bizarre need for action, something to do?
Perhaps I should have stayied at home yesterday and gone out today. But then, how could I fucking foresee it?
Perhaps it's just these stupid songs...
Perhaps we create problems for ourselves when we have none, because we would like to feel more human...
I don't know why exactly I came up with this idea, but at the moment it looked like it made sense. And life is not only made of action. That's it. I need to teach this to myself. At all costs.
Strange clouds, strange day. Strange cold. Damn. Looking at this sky reminds me of something good. Sometimes it seems memory is our most loyal torturer. Reminds me of times that never existed. And also a few ones that have indeed taken place in the real world. The beginning of the day, a cold day. I like mornings, the really early ones. The sun has some kind of magic in its light. As the day moves on, it loses the magic and becomes something vulgar, common. There could be some music that made me remember these times at the early mornings.
I don't know, sometimes I feel like I should look for people like me. But I really don't know, maybe we would not get together very well or, well, who knows. But there are people like me somewhere. Some weird people I guess.
Darkness is also fine. How many things we can process in our head just by looking at the window... amazing.
There's nothing new going through my mind I believe. Just the same old bunch of bad fellas.
Having some ideas for stories though.