summer memories
As the days of summer approach, I am reminded of my past days a little more every day. The sun goes higher, and the gap in my heart deepens. I look at my life the same way I look at the clear afternoon summer sky, with squinted eyes, restricting the amount of light that goes in. As to why I do that, I don't really know. I think I'm falling into "the phase" once again, where nothing feels right, nothing feels wrong, nothing feels dull, nothing feels bright; nothing feels like home. I procrastinate and contemplate life on my bed with piles of unread yellow-paged books on one side and my worn-out pillows on the other. Even that doesn't feel familiar. I feel like I'm living in an ever-going marathon. In this marathon, each day blends into the next, leaving me feeling like a bystander in my own life, watching as it unfolds without my full participation. The weight of unfulfilled tasks and unanswered questions hangs heavy in the air, suffocating any sense of clarity...