Tomorrow morning. Once again, and less willing to go there than ever... although as a seeming paradox I can recognize a part of me that begins to feel it like home, as a place to recover from the sadness and sorrow of these days. In any case, she won't be there this time, supporting me and making me smile when the world appears to be in the process of falling all over me. No song for today, since I'm listening to some d+b on the background, and nevertheless I just can't feel the beat, nor the breakbeat - they even hurt. Well, to put it briefly, the emotions that that music generally brings to me. As if hypnotized, and not in a positive acceptation... She won't be there, period.