Sometimes I feel like wrapping a feeling/ moment in a beautiful bowl forever. Intact. Untouched. And maybe come back to it whenever I'm deprived of it.
I keep missing something in life. (Despite having it all). The queit emptiness. The reletless yearning.
And then it strikes me.
Sometimes I forget it's you.
Oh the leap you took one or two years ago fearing you'd always end up mediocre and now you're not even mediocre and hate coffee and books and writing and yourself and life?
What would I even do if not for the adrenaline rush that hits post 1 am? Ambition, clarity, creativity and will absolutely conquer the world if needed.