Sick & Tired
The Cardigans

Sick, tired and homeless
With no one here to sing for
Tired of being weightless
For all these looking good boys

You can always say my attic has its charm
You can always say you did no major harm
You can always that summer had its charm
And that you did no major harm
Oh, spare me if you please

Sick, tired an sleepless
With no one else to shine for
Sick of all my distress
But I won’t show I’m still poor

Symptoms are so deep
Something here’s so wrong
Nothing is complete
Nowhere to belong
Symptoms are so deep
I think I’d better stay
Here on my own
So spare me if you please

To Life and to Love. To start the Year of Reckoning feeling not so well, within and without. Only weeks passed from the Heal of 2008, and already a challenge has come. Not as strange, as it has appeared before, only maybe now, it has come out of its dormant stage.

That sickness in me, seems so innocent and so harmless. Yet, who knows what real danger it may pose. I have let it to be dormant for too long already, in favour of Heal.

I should do something about it …