I don’t recognise you. You don’t look depressed.
Read through a bunch of old journal entries. Some of them tickled. Some, simply invoked odd facial expressions.
Life has been too quick. Pace is speeding alongside the bullet train. Rain falls and leaves, so ever quickly. It’s painful to even wonder what had happened in the past few years.
Was talking to ML and wondered if did the right thing with UK stint. Probably the best 11 months of my life. However was it a total fluke? Nothing much achieved and very little to yell about. Let alone be smirk about it.
Guess have been less uptight and “depressed”. Probably not enough words to draw out the weariness. Simply not enough time away from living to provoke the melancholy. Probably a trademark, lost and now no one can recognise me anymore. It’s probably good. For the better.
Don’t get me wrong. Things are the same. Am the same. Just can’t fight the lethargy anymore.
given, it will be