I've realized that Lykke Li's music is the soundtrack of my life. Everything is just so relevant.
I'm in a mood for writing, but I'm at a loss for words. I had a really good day, but I feel like shit. No bad aspects are involved, other than the fact that my body can barely stand without collapsing. My head is throbbing, sending quick and sharp pains along the side of my head, and I feel nauseous. I took a nap, but woke up feeling sicker. I wanted to stay up to talk to you, but I feel weak. I need to sleep tonight.
I'm half ready to move on, half not ready. It would be nice if i could just pause time, and stay here for a while. But then again, being here is making it even harder to decide what i am going to do in June, when that time does come.
Thank you for showing this to me, Albert. This version is brilliant.
Hands down, I'm too proud for love
But with eyes shut, it's you I'm thinking of
But how we move from A to B, It can't be up to me.
mkp.
