Soft rain drizzles down window panes, the sun rises welcoming a new day. The ocean breeze is engulfing and bitter, I’m caught in its rapture.
With passing seasons, time tick by, every second counts. I feel somewhat strangled in my current life, the way everyday has begun to feel like a chore, a routine… This is a feeling I am not used to, usually change passes me by as often as a train does a station.
Only a victim would stay still longer in this drudgery.
I sip a coffee in the dimly lit room, music echoes down the hallways. The air is cold as windows are open, inviting the winter breeze. The room around me is quiet, yet chaotic as each corner is piled up with paper and books, clothing and memories.
Yet I could get up and leave it all here, like I have done so many times before, I live in a de attached state, it is much more comforting than it sounds, those I am close to know I am with them because I want to be, not because I feel I “need” to be.. I do not fear my loneliness for we sip coffee together everyday.