but where to go
Not so much everything as a whole, but the day to day. Not so much relieved from the pressure as just ignoring it. Not better, just numb.
I want to go. Not for me, but for you.
Where is it? Where are you? Where am I?
It still feels strange. The point where you start to really look around and comprehend what's around you is where I am. And I'm still not used to it. However worn out I am. However monotonous this seems.
I want to go. Not for me, but for you.
Where is it? Where are you? Where am I?
It still feels strange. The point where you start to really look around and comprehend what's around you is where I am. And I'm still not used to it. However worn out I am. However monotonous this seems.