February...
I haven't written anything these last few weeks, any reason? I'm still trying to discover it, 2017 is over and with it most of the songs I wanted to write were gone. Today I don't have one, I have lost days like not knowing what day I was living. I shared with people who no longer remember his name, I drank beers that lead me to not match the days again.
At work I feel like I need days when I have a lot of things to get out, and I want to do it all as if by magic. I would love to have everything I develop right away, but I know that in design things something fast doesn't go wrong, but it's not the best thing I can do; that's why I like to give you the necessary time... those infinite changes before sending.
This last week I had to design a simple post, which I almost hit my head on the desk with such simplicity because I couldn't do it. I felt lost in a minute, replaced photos, design, development... to finally deliver it, and say "it's the ugliest graphic I've ever done..." It was approved... I got Plop!
I can't complain, it hasn't been a bad month... I met people I haven't seen in years... it was a good conversation with a good beer, the downside is that that week I already had too much alcohol in my body... I was falling asleep at 1 in the morning... result, weekend in bed... with a horrible stomachache...
I made sense of Instagram. Every time something happens I publish a special photo, so I can go back to an exact day, and remember what I did... I have several. But from January there are few... It's strange....
It's strange what I feel today.
I feel happy, I keep smiling more and more. I enjoy life and send it to hell!
I'm a little more romantic, not melancholy... I listen to a song and do it part of the day... I understand the lyrics, if it's not to my liking I press "next". I'm still romantic.
It's strange what I felt yesterday.
I feel happy, because I know that everything is flowing like that, the one I always wanted.
Not sticking to the material, but to the realisable.
It's strange what I feel tomorrow.
I'm so dual that if it's a cloudy daybreak, maybe I'm with the mood a little low... if it's sunny, I'll smile as usual, but focused on that I have more hits than the chucha to get out.... (sorry, I got carried away and just typed)
I typed: from the verb conjugation Type-
What happens the day after tomorrow is already a mystery.
I like to enjoy a thousand today... no matter if that includes sleeping all day.
Taking advantage of people, but especially the moments... those that become a memory, good or bad is still a memory. A privilege to remember.
And sometimes I express it, in a text like this that is sometimes meaningless... just for the purpose of writing... anything, but writing.
This was February,
it's not over yet... and yet I don't remember everything I did.
