Choked

I want to write, but the words just won’t come out. As if there are so many of them that they got stuck at the very moment they wanted to get out – all at the same time.

Life as an endless loop

My life feels as if it transformed into an endless loop, an eternal day which never ends and never starts, yet IS just there for no reason. It’s been 56 days since the day I came back home, but at the same time does not feel longer than a single weekend.