Lately the days move quickly. I lose sleep. I lose appetite. I lose myself in work and thoughts of the next day. The next hour. Do you ever succumb to phases of life such as these? When your nose is stuck in the book of your life and you suddenly remember that you are in fact reading and not living?
I wonder when the “next” will happen. I wonder when I will arrive there. I wonder when summer will feel like summer.
I sometimes bother myself with what ifs. And maybe it’s true that there are better outcomes that are within my control. But maybe there is nothing else to do. Maybe in a different universe we are doing the exact same thing. Maybe we are swimming in the ether. Maybe were are on two parallel lines.
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