I am flatlining.
I can see my life projected out and witness all of my goals achieved. So many accomplishments. Everything I've ever wanted to do. And yet...
I feel empty.
As I feel now, sitting here with an empty head filled with light from the computer screen. It's so late that it's early.
We all arrive here, sometimes.
When was the last time your hand touched someone else's?
Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 4:13 AM UTC
I am flatlining.
I can see my life projected out and witness all of my goals achieved. So many accomplishments. Everything I've ever wanted to do. And yet...
I feel empty.
As I feel now, sitting here with an empty head filled with light from the computer screen. It's so late that it's early.
We all arrive here, sometimes.
When was the last time your hand touched someone else's?
I'm not even a long distance runner.
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