It’s been a while.
Since I became mortal, since the world came to be.
Since I’ve been in love. Since things were so damn complicated.
Now I see myself sitting, waiting. For something exciting. But somehow I feel like the excitement is actually on the waiting.
Now I start having these thoughts.
Growing is kinda hard.
But in some way, I enjoy this. Being uncertain. Expecting. Taking a chance at something.
It’s been a while now…
Could you come? Have a sit or whatever… I’d sure like the company. Or maybe I want more than that. But what do I actually want here?
I feel connected somehow. I feel something else.
I want to… I don’t know, have… be… see… know.
Are you still with me?
At all?
Could you just… verb?
Being alive is a lonely condition. We lonely stay together... it’s all part of existence, anyway.
Headache today…
Sometimes I just don’t want to make sense. I don’t always have to connect the strings!
And for now, I’m happy not being anyone.
I could say I’m a feeling… that something may… or may not… happen today!
►Do I sound like a crazy person to you...? oh well... things are the way they are!
