The last 5 months seem to have lasted 5 years. The last month feels like a lifetime of it's own and I question moment by moment what reality really is.
Bills get paid for the most part. Sometimes late, but they do get paid. "If only had more hours" I think. Then the thoughts of running away. But to where? And what will it do?
I feel enlightened. I feel enraged. All of it means nothing but to me there's a whole lot of something that I want to convey in a meaningful way.
What's it matter? It's a moment of importance or maybe just a job well done.
Constantly searching. Momentarily in love with existence herself.
If we could just let go.
Do something important like go for walks and stop and look.
Listen to rain drops.
Smell the cool night air.
We're all a bunch of nothings going nowhere fast.
Take time to breathe a little.
When is the last time you tasted the air or appreciated the scent of your lover's hair?
