Here I am... in a different place and the ability to write once more - suddenly writing becomes a gift and I cherish the moments i have - for a while i decide to stay forever but then i realise my forever was never meant to be here....
it annoys me how much time ive wasted in little things, like always imagining the worst - its sunny its bright, its easy, and I always always have a chance to breathe -
anyway
here I am ..with a big black dog near me that i dont like but have no choice but sit near...
I ask myself - do I have the same blackness sitting on my soul?
maybe...
the sun shines today and i walk and walk and walk until i reach a place originally i was meant to go but then was told i didnt have to and then was told i had to
yes Ramadan is near .... the battery of the year
and my charger is just lost and i am not ready to plug my life in
i havnt even gone searching for it the charger
my God
what am I doing to myself ?
it annoys me how much time ive wasted in little things, like always imagining the worst - its sunny its bright, its easy, and I always always have a chance to breathe -
anyway
here I am ..with a big black dog near me that i dont like but have no choice but sit near...
I ask myself - do I have the same blackness sitting on my soul?
maybe...
the sun shines today and i walk and walk and walk until i reach a place originally i was meant to go but then was told i didnt have to and then was told i had to
yes Ramadan is near .... the battery of the year
and my charger is just lost and i am not ready to plug my life in
i havnt even gone searching for it the charger
my God
what am I doing to myself ?
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