The glow of city lights reflecting on the fountain waters it lighting up the grey brick floor. Renon is sleeping.
After the anesthesia wore off, it seems as if the Drawarapla is starring at me.
Are we all too entitled to be willing to “suffer” ? we're clay molded, put in the work?
There’s a fine line between submission and abuse.
090521 | 5:05PM Sunday afternoon well spent - my weekly guest come visit me again - anxiety. And I feel this sadness, weirdness, anxiety mostly in my stomach. About what? I don't know. Oh to be adults, to be "obligated" working all the time & live an unselfish life where you provide for ever else around you. Don't get me wrong, I'm so grateful to be able to work, but I think this is my hormonal talking. I have no energy whatsoever, could be effect of the vaccine. Now I'm rumbling.