Sep 30, 2021
I’m sitting here in the middle of the night - not what you think - I’ve slept already, but now I am awake. The window is open. It’s cold outside, but I am under my blanket, enjoying the clear air. I can hear some cars driving in the distance. I am inside my bed, outside the world is waiting. But I am here, thinking and brooding. Who am I and who do I want to be? Is this the life I want to live? Is this the life I imagined? Where do I want to be? HOW do I want to be? How's life going? You may ask. Life doesn’t have feet. I whisper.
It’s just.. it’s just.. it’s just.. there
