You are so busy with your stuff, you need to reach your goals, even if that means to crush everything in your way, always look for new and exciting stuff to explore, to conquer, to change. Time is something irrelevant for you, I know. Always preffering to take off the watch and put it on the table so you can work on your projects, your career. People say you’ll become someone one day and this thought consumes you ‘till the last piece. The human part inside you screams for a breather, for some old feelings, for the loved person. It screams at the other part, the one that works like a swiss watch mechanism to maintain a balance in your chaotic kingdom.
And I’m sitting here, in my corner, smoking cigarette after cigarette. One by one. Another one.