I don't know where to Put my sadness. It's too deep to store it inside me. Too wast to feel it as a part of myself.

As if my chest was a canivorus plant

Where to go? How to start? It's like I was never prepeared for this world.

As of lately I can't do much but rest. Rest, rest, rest. I am resting my life away.

I am in this perpetual state of stasis. Thoughts are streaming, everything else is paralized. I am constantly watching myself wasting my life.

Und ich hatte gedacht ich wäre dem unsichtbaren Ort entkommen. Aber das Jahr beginnt zu sterben und die Blicke sind abgewandt.

Selten so wenig Worte gehabt für das was in mir vorgeht