The world waits for no one. When it’s ready for a change, it makes the change.
My vision isn’t crystal clear. Hell, it looks like a densely foggy morning. I pray for clarity, I pray for answers. But still, nothing is absolute.
An idea here, a thought there.
I follow tiny crumbs the universe leaves me. Be it in a dream I had or a thought in the shower. It’s just enough to keep me running but not enough to rocket me forward.
A life once sure of, or at best, content…has dissolved as quickly as the morning sugar in my coffee.
I sit on my bed, and ask myself – after my minimum two hours of scrolling…who are you now? Youtube ads love to tell you who you “could be,” don’t they? My social media consistently bombards me with all the “what if’s” are possible in the world. Frankly, I’m a bit moody and just want all of them to fuck off.
Did I say I was moody?
I find solace in silence. So I sit here, in bed, staring out the window, again, I ask myself, who are you now? Answers flood in but in the form of a multiple-choice question.
“Fantastic,” sarcastically said, rolling my eyes. Looks like I’m in for a long winter season.