The quiet hours

It's not up to you

I wake up
and the day feels broken
I tilt my head
I'm trying to get an angle
'Cause the evening
I've always longed for
it could still happen
How do I master
the perfect day
six glasses of water
seven phonecalls

If you leave it alone
it might just happen
anyway

It's not up to you - well, it never really was...

If you wake up

and the day feels a-broken
just lean into the crack

and it will tremble
ever so nicely
notice
how it sparkles
down there
I can decide what I give
but it's not up to me
what I get given
Unthinkable surprises
about to happen
but what they are

It's not up to you

well, it never really was...

There's too much
clinging

to peak
there's too much
pressure

-Björk Gudmundsdottir-

I'll be fine...
I'm over the worst stressfactor now. Not studying anymore for the exam, just listening to Björk, calming slowly down. Quiet before the storm. Everything is inside my head right now, nothing htat I can think of that I don't know, which must be a good sign. My first exam in four years, here we go. NO milk tomorrow morning. Bring banana and peanutbutter to the breakfast table. All packed, know where to go. I feel like I'm mothering myself. ^_^