The second country
starts today
So far, everyone is
nice
and friendly.

Work
starts the next day
I wonder how
it will go

Already I
just want
to
sleep my cares
away

I am trapped in
a
cold
white
room

Will this never stop?

why is life so often determined by
sticking to something
one is so demotivated by?

Does the person you wish
you could forget
know the effect they have on you?

If so, they must take pleasure from it.

And there is a certain kind of
evil
in that.

This wait seems never-ending,
especially at night.
The blackness of the sky suggests an
infinity of time.
I miss you.

Night is falling
more swiftly than before,
telling me that the waiting
is slowly but surely
coming to an
end

The temptation of a journey
is the thought that
once you arrive at your
destination,
you will find
yourself

Tonight
I felt my lowest
Since
Last time