On days like today, I wake up wanting to forget the mere existence of my being.
But alas, it slipped my mind that for some people, yesterday was the last day of their breathing.
And tomorrow I will wake again, but I’d be different.
Because we never wake up the same these days.
I was built for a reason, but my life wasn’t build for this reason.
And you spend the rest of your life wondering, wandering.
But I know, I know… you know.