Just a poem with potential for rejuvenation:
You start dying slowly – By Pablo Neruda
You start dying slowly
if you do not travel,
if you do not read,
If you do not listen to the sounds...
Miela tu mano,
Šiandien yra rugsėjo 20 diena, antradienis, 2011, tu sedi savo kambaryje ant lovos tarp sukrautu tasiu, LRT sneka apie benamiu integracijos projekta, skamba telefonas, pakeli o...
hello me! how are you? are you dead? If so, how was life? are you homeless or relatively successful? what is the most stressful part of your life(or top ten)? are you a dental hygenist? how is it...
Is barely surviving still your purpose??? Do you still try to defy his gravity??? Are you still wondering when will it end??? Did you step down from it for good??? Does nobody knows who you are...
I'm stuck out of the state. I need help... Please help!!!