Some days literature and caffeine are the only things keeping you afloat and that’s okay.
do you ever have days where you wake up with a strong urge to just sit by your desk, drink a scalding hot cup of coffee, read your favorite piece of poetry and idly stare out the window?
do you ever have days where all you can do is lie down on your bed, stare at the ceiling and try to catch a breath because life is just..too much?
do you ever have days where your only source of solace is hidden between the same dog-eared pages of the books you have read and re-read a million times now?
do you ever have days where you wake up feeling just so empty and numb and do not understand the point of anything at all?












