The overcast night sky, yellow-lit by street lights, seems to be drinking down the future. You see, the future is radiant in a way that blinds the present and has to be thrown into some sort of darkness. With no questioning there’s just static.
I’m feeling inbetween the past and future in an unpleasant way. I’m not so much in the present as filled with nostalgia and hope in a muddy mix. I’m crafting freedoms, plotting flights, but there’s still a history of sorrows large and small. Moving from where I was to where I’ll be is tough when where I am is unclear. It’s like a map with its whole center filled with a big “you are here” dot.
I’m feeling inbetween the past and future in an unpleasant way. I’m not so much in the present as filled with nostalgia and hope in a muddy mix. I’m crafting freedoms, plotting flights, but there’s still a history of sorrows large and small. Moving from where I was to where I’ll be is tough when where I am is unclear. It’s like a map with its whole center filled with a big “you are here” dot.
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Thanks 🙂