I had left and I had returned. it was grey for 8 days in a row. when a clear day arrived I was too drained to leave the house. cheese was expensive. my friends were still busy. I forgot what little moments were. it all felt heavy. I thought there was things I wanted to do. now I wasn’t sure anymore. the world was mundane and I didn’t know how to exist in it.
and I had returned.
The overthinking 