I woke up,
thinking where am I , what am I to do today.
Saw the love, sleeping snoring away with a fever.
Please let him get well soon.

For the very first time, I felt lost.
I dont feel myself
I dont feel my heart
Everything seems like passing and floating by me.

This is where I speak endlessly without being judge.

Needing somewhere to collect my thoughts.

Those floating things that have inhabited my mind.

You know sometimes when you wake up in the morning and it's a new day,

and you felt like yesterday was a bad dream, or rather you wish it was.

We always think about what has happened and we get so absorbed

that we forget to live for what is now and what is to come.

B was so sweet telling me to just believe in him and dive in him and not think too much.
I am trying, and it sucks.