insomnia. summer nights ending at the sight of morning light. the end of summer, what is living? where is the thrill, the chase, the goal, the holy grail? minutes passing by one after the other much alike the grains of sand flowing from one side to the other of the hourglass. i wish i could time travel…
a teaspoon. a teaspoon of happiness dropped in that cup that is life itself. hot steaming drops of water fill the cup with endless unimportant events as if there is no „too much”. the gravity of it all drowns the tea-bag creating a whole new different perspective for the cup. colorless water turns into a shade of black, thus the black tea’s aroma, it’s steam floats gently towards the ceiling, towards the sky, towards escape. i wish i could fly…
overthinking. the movie that will always play again and again in our own and private cinemas. as you watch it for the second time, third time etc, you notice details that didn’t captivate your attention previous times. analyzing just to fully understand things that sometimes are better left enigmas. the fear for the unknown. embrace the unknown, challenge it, and finally conquer it! the subconcious mind, a place for the unknown impulses and motivations. the place where guilt has its own playground. i wish i could read thoughts…
lack of sleep. lack of perspective. lack of meaningless joy. not seeing the bigger, better picture, although there always is a bigger better picture. we just can’t always capture is sometimes…
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