I don't know if it makes life any better but when I'm on the verge of breaking down, I stop doing anything for a while, and wander around out of my own made boundaries to just get a taste of something. It doesn't help, but it does make me feel what it's like to do THE NO THINGS, and it makes me understand that sometimes it's better to the the NO THINGS, rather than doing nothing at all.
Oh the charm of life's normalcy - how much I miss it, although, I never had it properly. Could it be my never ending longing to something else than what was, or the craving for something more than just middle ground, that brought me here?
I don't know, I really don't. But what I do know is, that I miss being worried because I lost my eraser instead of hope, or broke my pencil instead of sanity, or cried for ice cream instead of the uncertainty of future.
I just really miss being someone else, and somewhere else, although, that never happened.
Oh the vague excitement one feels when starting something new, even if it's useless or nothin special - just the tingling sensation of WOW I HAVEN'T DONE THIS BEFORE and WHATEVER I AM JUST EXCITED FOR NO REASON!
The joy of unknown is always welcome, right?
I share a weird bond with words - we're both chaotic, warm and grey, and we both whisper things no one usually hears. wanna give a try to warmth from hell? - hop on my train of thoughts.
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