Greatful

Nu e Thanksgiving, dar ma simt datoare dupa atatea depresii (unele justificate, altele mai putin justificate) sa spun si de ce-mi place viata mea, mai ales ca acum ma simt ok si pot vorbi si despre lucruri mai bune. Acum ca am revenit la sentimente mai bune, nimic nu mi se mai pare imposibil. Am o familie foarte faina si niste prieteni la fel de tari.

Nu pot sa pun degetul exact sa spun cand sau cum s-au petrecut schimbarile (de atitudine, in primul rand) dar ceea ce pot spune e ca in sfarsit mi-am gasit "pacea" in lumea/tara asta mizerabila. Nu pot spune ca m-am conformat sau ca inchid ochii la problemele pe care le avem, doar ca incerc sa le rezolv cu o alta atitudine, cu multe plusuri peste cea anterioara. Motive foarte multe pentru starea de bine nu gasesc in momentul asta, in afara faptului ca ma simt cu adevarat libera.

..and yes, I'm smiling right now :)

And song of the day..



Si versurile :)

Sun been down for days
A pretty flower in a vase
A slipper by the fireplace
A cello lying in its case

Soon she's down the stairs
Her morning elegance she wears
The sound of water makes her dream
Awoken by a cloud of steam
She pours a daydream in a cup
A spoon of sugar sweetens up

And She fights for her life
As she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
As it pours
And she fights for her life
As she goes in a store
With a thought she has caught
By a thread
She pays for the bread
And She goes...
Nobody knows

Sun been down for days
A winter melody she plays
The thunder makes her contemplate
She hears a noise behind the gate
Perhaps a letter with a dove
Perhaps a stranger she could love

And She fights for her life
As she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
As it pours
And she fights for her life
As she goes in a store
With a thought she has caught
By a thread
She pays for the bread
And She goes...
Nobody knows

And She fights for her life
As she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
As it pours
And she fights for her life
Where people are pleasently strange
And counting the change
And She goes...
Nobody knows