Going to leave my house soon. Was super tired yesterday though the painting hadnt start. Felt asleep already at 8pm. Anyway we had to scrape and clean the walls first, though some other group started already. And we admired them (painting) in envies.

Didnt know who called yesterday. Thought was you. And on the way home, I thought of this poem, which says how I feel.

I thought, tiredness
will let me into my heart
To let me be clear what it has to say
But
it shut me out
I still dont hear myself...