24.05.20
And, just as fast as it came
it went away
very quickly
I got this sentence, or a small poem perhaps, stuck in my head.
I feel surrounded by my own head, knowing too much, able to solve nothing. With that it mind, trying to shake it, I go out to pick some wild flowers. To ease myself and to tell myself that everything is ok an I am safe. I am lucky.
The wind is strong today, again. Yesterday was such a good day, such an easy day. Today I woke up with a headache. I may have drinken too much wine. Or maybe just too little water.
I read up on politics, things people don't really go around thinking about, but I can't stop thinking about it. How unequal the world truly is. We know it, most of know it, but usually it's not something we choose to think about. It may be because we have a job to do, a lunch to eat or a family to attend. Someone in our near circle may be dying or is in the hospital. But at least they have a hospital to be in. At least we have a system truly remarkable to may other systems around the world. I wish the system was global, that the majority of the world was the same, and had only these things to think about, but sadly it's not the case.
I'm watching my flower bouquets blow in the wind. And the birds are singing. Today is beautiful because I am here.
T was in my dream tonight, I haven't dreamt about her in forever. I'm not seeing her anymore. It's for the best.
In my dream I felt small, like a child.
I'm not weak because I feel small. I am strong in my way of moving forward, choosing to look ahead.
it went away
very quickly
I got this sentence, or a small poem perhaps, stuck in my head.
I feel surrounded by my own head, knowing too much, able to solve nothing. With that it mind, trying to shake it, I go out to pick some wild flowers. To ease myself and to tell myself that everything is ok an I am safe. I am lucky.
The wind is strong today, again. Yesterday was such a good day, such an easy day. Today I woke up with a headache. I may have drinken too much wine. Or maybe just too little water.
I read up on politics, things people don't really go around thinking about, but I can't stop thinking about it. How unequal the world truly is. We know it, most of know it, but usually it's not something we choose to think about. It may be because we have a job to do, a lunch to eat or a family to attend. Someone in our near circle may be dying or is in the hospital. But at least they have a hospital to be in. At least we have a system truly remarkable to may other systems around the world. I wish the system was global, that the majority of the world was the same, and had only these things to think about, but sadly it's not the case.
I'm watching my flower bouquets blow in the wind. And the birds are singing. Today is beautiful because I am here.
T was in my dream tonight, I haven't dreamt about her in forever. I'm not seeing her anymore. It's for the best.
In my dream I felt small, like a child.
I'm not weak because I feel small. I am strong in my way of moving forward, choosing to look ahead.
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