Life is just...so, so strange.
So excessively weird.
Over the moon.
This growing by numbers at a day is so slow and yet so fast at the same time.
If one does not pay close attention everything slips through like sand through fingers.
Is this life?
Is this moment life?
This passing and fleeting second?
Sincerely and seriously?
Moving so slow.
In location change, in health, in school, in work and life.
What am I willing to give up so I can be free?
What am I willing to embrace so I can be free?
What burdens must I burn?
What plastic hopes need I trash?