I'm lost inside my head somewhere. Because I'm tired. Because I can't focus on anything productive. PRODUCTIVITY. PrOdUcTiViTy. productivity. If that word were a person I would tie it up and tickle it for hours until it was cryng. Because I don't hate it, I respect it, but I want to cause it discomfort sometimes.
Moving on.
Close your eyes.
I trap myself in the corner. To get away from the boredum of everything around me. The smaller I can make the space around my thought, the more interested I can keep myself. I wonder if that's a good thing. I think it is for me. It's helping my constant state of happiness. I will fight a war to keep this going.
Break the quiet.
Learn to wear eachother well.
To be continued...

We'll do it all.

Everything.

On our own.