March 30, 2015
This month seems like it was just about going through the motions without complaining much. Making the best of what I have, which unfortunately isn't enough sometimes. After the workday ends and I'm home or out somewhere, I get that invisible itch. An itch that makes me want to care and not care. It's like a door that's unlocked and waiting to be opened. When I care, it becomes an overload and I do nothing. When I don't care, I do nothing. Wrestling with the chains of daily life, as the bulbs in my tank sprout to rainbow sun rays.