I'm drinking my late night linden tea and feel like writing a little. Today I've realised that I am - actually, generally - bored. And that I want poetry, I want art, chemistry, fireworks, inspiration, movement, emotions. Not in the negative way, you see what I mean.

To see more, to feel more - in better ways, to be open, as now I am somewhat aloof and stiffly, apatheticly reserved.

I want to achieve some of my goals - and let it be just one of the steps. That's way I better focus on the studies and... and not to be distracted. It's part of that self-perfecting I long for.

 But, but...

I want art, I want poetry, I want fireworks.

And I am generally, actually bored.

That's all.