sometimes time moves sooooooo sloooooow…you feel you have all the time in the world to accomplish the things you want to and suck all that you can out of life. All your objectives and desires can be completed…it is just…a matter…of time.

Other times it feels as if there is no time. Like the future is just a place to put things that you would rather not do…and the thing about the future is that it is always that…the future is always the future…the present is the only time we have (I think I poem’d this recently).

I am pensive. I feel “the unbearable lightness of being” and every other existential cliche out there.

Maybe I ate a bad burger for dinner.

There is no point to this post…just an emotional vomit.