Sometimes, I question myself
“Am I really where I am supposed to be or am I at another dead end,
I don’t ask myself too much about anything.
It’s too tiring and I get bored.
I feel like I’ve become more careless than ever
and I don’t want to complain about it.
It feels good. Actually, I don’t know how it feels like.
There are times where I seem to forget everything,
even the most important things of my life and
I become carefree.
I just don’t do things that I feel I shouldn’t do, knowing the fact
that the choice I’m making can really mess things up for me.
It just happens like that.
Am I defending myself?
I felt like crying today. For what?
I feel happy because I’m not experiencing anything that can bring me grief
or anything that can make me think about someone.
Even though I have something in my heart telling me that
something wrong will happen in the future, soon enough,
I’m happy for where I have reached after being stalled for at least
three long years and I don’t really care what the future has in store
Is that good?
Speaking of things that have changed,
I still ask a lot of questions if you want to know
what hasn’t changed and I still choose to be the person
I want to be at any given instance…
Now, tomorrow and yesterday.
I’ve been noticing lately that the nights are longer than days.
Maybe I’m sleeping a little longer than usual.
I’m just hoping that you’re reading this with a slow, happy song being played somewhere. A phone, a gramophone. Radio, Television. Anywhere.
Music is important. Not this.