I start my own gravity via., insecurity.
I am good, not the best.

The world is not to blame.
Do my best.

I left the cave, Alegory of the cave.
2nd time I make the jail break.

The people are beautiful, focusing on work in Starbucks.

I see myself for the second time.

I'm filled with awkward feelings.
Near me, her face is beautiful.
The crowd is quiet, modest conversations.

Tingling nerves... Good company.

Awoken from a self-inflicted cave.
Obsessing over priorities, not time to myself. Time for me.