Why do I exist? A usual question we ask ourselves. What am I even doing? Something we say when we get overwhelmed by going along the flow. Time seems to be on a standstill. There are a lot of things in front of me, things which I ignore. Procrastination? Maybe. I tend to run away and keep saying "later" to myself. I want to push myself to deal with those but then I get pulled back by a flood of emotions. I drown in them until I feel numb. I exist but my presence is not here. My thoughts are somewhere else. My soul is out there in a search. I don't even know what I am searching for. I am tapping the keyboard with a flow of words gushing out from my brain. My mind is seeking for a release. Maybe this is a good place to start.
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