05.02.2017

Pills to start the day, waking up to feel insecure, jealousy and fake interest of what was once the center of the universe. These clouds show up too often, I fight them by constructing new habits. It’s called winter, it’s called surrounded solitude. It’s loud, it’s no longer mine. I am somewhere else, somewhere peaceful, somewhere in the bed where the limbs stopped to belong to different members.