I opened my eyes
and found myself standing at an intersection.
I closed them again,
hoping to see a one-way route—
but nothing changed.
I was tired of making choices.
Somehow, I always end up here.
Not at a dead end—
but always
at an intersection.
A loop with no U-turns,
no place to rest.
For a moment,
it felt like I was living inside a sci-fi novel—
and for a fraction of a second,
I hoped it would all turn into a dream.
I closed my eyes again.
This time,
I prayed to wake up to reality.
When I dared to open them,
I was still 24.
Still here.
Right where I started—
waiting
to make a decision.
May 20, 2025
May 20, 2025 at 12:18 PM UTC
I opened my eyes
and found myself standing at an intersection.
I closed them again,
hoping to see a one-way route—
but nothing changed.
I was tired of making choices.
Somehow, I always end up here.
Not at a dead end—
but always
at an intersection.
A loop with no U-turns,
no place to rest.
For a moment,
it felt like I was living inside a sci-fi novel—
and for a fraction of a second,
I hoped it would all turn into a dream.
I closed my eyes again.
This time,
I prayed to wake up to reality.
When I dared to open them,
I was still 24.
Still here.
Right where I started—
waiting
to make a decision.
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