Does Anyone Know How To Work The Go Glow Clock

I was once a child. Full curls. Full force. Bright eyes. Of anything or anyone I was afraid. Clouds looked like dinosaurs. Ladybug tickled when they run across the back of the hand read to the fingertip. Then stretched the arm in the air and waited until the little beetle wings and flew away ausklappte. When I was a child. When people still thought the parents would be super heroes and can solve every problem.

My body feels heavy and old. Tired. As if he had been the whole life behind Marathon. I'm good at hiding emotions. You have to work, thou shalt have at least managed Andre the well. For a time this is also good. Only the body speak to me that something is wrong. The cycle starts to . Stutter Sleep comes and goes as he likes. And if he is there, always hand in hand with dreams, with which one would have preferred tired the next morning. But even that can hide anything. It goes. Somehow.

Man seeking a new job or is there still the final energy in the elderly. And then comes on a Monday to a strange man and then asks the right questions wrong. Sleepless with fatigue. Restlessness. Nervousness. Tension. Intangible. I feel quite dizzy from the head carousel. In circles. So quickly. The contours are blurred. Sea of color. Colors overlap. Multiplied. Of all colors together creates gray. From gray to black. Sleep.

still the noise in the stomach. Still touch my fingertips to reality. Can hardly be called sleep. In the Black to emphasize contours. Shades. Grayscale. It recognizes faces. Familiar eyes. A smile. Furthermore, gray. Only played smile. Red spots appear in gray. The smile has reached its expiration date. The noise recedes. Low tide. Nothing but ugliness left by the sea. The fingertips felt wet lines on the face. Darkness increases again. Stunned hold onto memories. To cold. As real as ice in your hand. Knack. Blink. Premium on the ground. Again colors. Do not fit the feeling. Just a dream. But the feeling in your stomach so burning further. Helpless.

Waterlogged pillow. Fear of the dark. And then you come and tell me to come down once. Breathing. Rest. Take my head in warm hands. My thoughts are kept weighed. Come to rest and your warmth is like opium for the people.