
my mind races 100 miles per second yet the machine disintegrates cold burns my soul yet my heart's on fire contradiction is my life
It is never too late to be what you might have been.
wake up at the same time everyday prepare your clothes the night before how can you do something big when you can't even brush your teeth every morning? every act, even the littlest one creates space for doing more the more you do, more you want to, less you do, less you are able to sometimes habits are good.
freedom during lockdown with 8pm curfew madness knows no borders nor rules it's roaming freely more contagious than the virus we're hiding from ... edited: thank you to https://annehiga.com/ for pointing out my typo 🙂