I’ve been just living. And is it more to it?
I stay up late all night, every day.
I don’t have to wake up early, anyways.
I talk to friends I never met.
I’m horny, I’m happy, I’m sleepy, I’m smitten...
I don’t feel like being social and goint out.
I love my place, my bed, the cute lights I have.
If I leave my best place, I want to go to another city, country, see other people, speak another language.
I wanna fall in love. And it’s ok if  maybe I’ll have a broken heart in the end.
I wanna smile and cry.
And have new memories to remember when I’m in bed with lights off and music on.

Time won’t stop...
I’m just walking forward in slow motion.
There’s too much to feel.