21st
sometimes, I miss how things used to be. the simplicity of it all. when everything was as natural as breathing yet full of spontaneity, color, light, and youth. lately, life feels comparable to that of the beat of a techno song. repetitive, predictable, monotonous, and headache inducing. and it becomes clear to me that somewhere along the line, i’ve lost myself in a relentless everyday routine consisting merely of work and sleep. such routine that has deprived me and almost caused me to forget my real passions and even forget to appreciate those of the most importance to me. its a feeling i’m not particularly fond of, too busy or too tired to notice and appreciate the beauty in the people and the city i am surrounded by. and i now know that i must immediately do something to get that color back into my life again.
