It's almost tangible, this feeling of things slipping away. Slowly, and with a sickening sense of inevitability. That's a word right? Of course it is :(.
Why is that, exactly? I couldn't say. But in everything there's that sense of losing my grip.
Looking through over a year's worth of unsorted photographs brought the full weight of how little control I've had on my life lately. Floating along, buffeted by surprises and choices made in the moment.
Heading somewhere, but don't know where. Don't really know how or why either. Should I? I'm not entirely sure.
Currently: tired
Listening to: Macklemore & Ryan Lewis - White walls
Listening to: Macklemore & Ryan Lewis - White walls
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