I don't understand why I feel so muffled in life ... like there's this disconnect between myself and everything around me. Like I'm never doing enough ... like simplicity or less is more is the only thing helping me to see a new sunrise. Like I'm meandering through the motions ... like it's never enough. Why keep trying .... what significance do I have? Like it's this story never ending. The world moved on before me and it'll be moving on long after everyone who has read this has meet there judgment day.

I think a lot