seasons
seasons change, the earth spins on its axis, and i'm here in my bedroom. I wonder when things will change, when the mundainity of my life will someday become anew, fresh, and full of color. when it will start to have some sort of deeper meaning. Scared of change, scared of the present moment. i torture myself of where i'm supposed to go in this world. It all seems so incredibly big from where i sit, which in turn makes me feel small, like i have no control over my own destiny, like i was doomed the moment i came into existence. How could something so big live inside of me? What do i do with it? How do I sit comfortbly with it? The anxiety sits atop my shoudlers and pushes me down.
