Sometime ago I referred to my life as a 2 star prison. As if I’m permanently under surveillance. And even though I feel its not true I miss the control; the crazy things I could do. So I feel moody and my house is a mess.
The post is growing at a pace I can’t control. And nothing is true, only lies, lies and even more lies. I changed so much I hardly recognize me. I even don’t know if I want to recognize me.
Sometimes people make me tired and I even need them as much as I don’t want to need them. Quiet times, me times; my time. Do I own my own life….
Don’t promise anything….and ssst plz be quiet; so I can hear myself fading; drowning in the boredom of my prison without bars.