Tied hands, sick soul and some fragments of pain all around, can't blog! just suffocate settling in the background of a scene to use to the heart beating thing, it's really hard to hibernate by force and pay the rental twice.
It's all about resources and time management an art that so far I've unable to master even in my best moments of being a blogger with simple true thoughts, I'm just next the exit but won't step further it's just a matter of time i get back to the row... always dusty wished raped by the wind.