Another morning ritual. Trying to fill the loose ends of time in the early morning is a task.
I've done about everything, too early to work and too late to go back to sleep.
Trying to avoid the nausea of life at all cost. My mind is a snakepit, filled with holes.
Trip, fall ... those damned memory traps.
A second of a glimpse is enough, the hole became my home for another lifetime of a minute, less than a minute?
No. A minute. But I should be happy, I know I should. This is one of the happiest periods in my whole life. I should be happy ...
I am happy
1 month ago