Maybe it’s because of the coffee or not. Probably the weather or the noisy street. Just my random self being happy, excited, hungry, sad, and tired all in the perfect rhythm of a 10-second to a minute flow.
Survived the surprising traffic jam. Got home. Hungry. Tired.
Done with dinner then I saw this
Lack of empathy
Read a couple of paragraphs from a book.
Relieved but bothered
Went to update on a TV series.
Sheldon. Amy. 🙀
Need to find some inspiration. But… Ohhh, there’s the fan. My pile of notebooks. My messy “bookcase.” Phone. Light. Endless random rants… Flying, running, swimming, biking, thoughts dying, fading, scattered everywhere.
Hello, Friday. Please let Saturday be good to me.