La vie d'une flaneure

Ok now I'm an official flaneur et oui la flanerie est mon noveau style du vie!! hehe and well what else...I had NEEDED some rest!! I ended up pretty beat so apparently right now I'm finally coming alive again. Well, what's new...oh yeah my huge dissapointment about me wanting and desiring and dying to go to St.Petesburg...I would say it's even a craving now! it's just that I really really want to go but I don't know what's going to happen, I mean I have the other invitation but the fucked up part is that I'm not that excited about it I mean yeah that's great but ugh....I don't know, I'm really confused about all of this so I will try not to think about it. Also...I have no idea what's going to happen from now on...time to get a real job?? but HOW AND WHERE AND WHAT :s aaaah panicking...well I guess we'll see what happens..in the meantime here's an amazing poem, I'm really looking forward to read a lot of things now that I finally have the time to do so.

Что в имени тебе моем?

Что в имени тебе моем?
Оно умрет, как шум печальный
Волны, плеснувшей в берег дальный.
Как звук ночной в лесу глухом.
Оно на памятном листке
Оставит мертвый след, подобный
Узору надписи надгробной
На непонятном языке.
Что в нем? Забытое давно
В волненьях новых и мятежных,
Твоей душе не даст оно
Воспоминаний чистых, нежных.
Но в день печали, в тишине,
Произнеси его тоскуя;
Скажи: есть память обо мне,
Есть в мире сердце, где живу я...