Jan 12, 2019
sometimes i stay awake at night doing nothing. Like, i’m just lying down not moving, eyes open, mind numb; although i suppose thise things are in fact not nothing. But i’m just there. Eyes focused, looking at everything and yet not truly seeing, body smothering a wall while these thoughts, such inconsequential thoughts, these nuances attack and invade my mind unwanted, uninvited. And then i guess i realise that this is life. Doing Things with no purpose. Doing things not because you necessarily want to or not, like a book you neither like nor dislike, but finish the book nonetheless, for the sole purpose of finishing it. So there it is. I’m not living because i neither like or dislike it. I’m livinf because i just want to finish.