I've always been entranced by quiet things. The way dust floats in my room and the way the rays of sunlight catch them in flight. The motion of steam circling my body in the bathroom. The scent of rain in the atmosphere. The rise and fall of his breathing on my neck. Sometimes it feels like I've never woken up and continue wandering in this world in a dream-like state. But this lackadaisical life is interrupted by uninhibited laughter, the rush of action, a warm, intoxicating belly of love, and the feeling of my feet running against all the invisible forces of fate. I used to believe that every decision I chose and every coincidence would help create the meaning in my life. Now it doesn't worry me too much, there isn't only one single meaning.
Now just before I sleep, my body rather than my mind is exhausted.
