When Less Is More
I'm not exactly sure why am I writing here, instead of the current live one. I have so many things on my mind right now. I do wonder if my brain will explode. Will it?
Am I in some kind of life-crisis?
Or, being a dreamer makes me feel as if I'm always pressured for time? Too many things to do, too little time to do it.
Or, of my wont to break free from all this nonsense that's been plaguing me these few weeks (or months, really).
Or my sudden change in priority?
I don't know what it is, but it's making me unhappy, unsettled. What I want to be doing is to dig a burrow some where and never come out.
Not until the sun is shining brightly, the grass is green and healthy and the birds chirping harmoniously outside.
Am I in some kind of life-crisis?
Or, being a dreamer makes me feel as if I'm always pressured for time? Too many things to do, too little time to do it.
Or, of my wont to break free from all this nonsense that's been plaguing me these few weeks (or months, really).
Or my sudden change in priority?
I don't know what it is, but it's making me unhappy, unsettled. What I want to be doing is to dig a burrow some where and never come out.
Not until the sun is shining brightly, the grass is green and healthy and the birds chirping harmoniously outside.
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