Keep breathing.

Life’s in the details. You stop to notice the world, and you get a scene – something you’d have passed by in a heartbeat if you didn’t deliberately stop to stare.

But I think that I’ve been taking in so much details that they are crowding out the big picture, and hey that’s not a good thing.

I used to enjoy reading. Mostly fiction. But now after finishing a book I get a jolt after the last page; oh, that wasn’t the real world, and this is – then I get this sinking feeling in the stomach.

There are times I just wanna pack up and leave, and there are times I’m just so paralyzed by fear. That’s what really gets me down aye – the clear cut knowledge that I am just one and my dreams and thoughts are nothing to people out there.

Yeah well you guys will just tell me to stand up and to pave my way out of this desert, but wait. I want to sit here and fully comprehend the fact that I am not invincible and let the fear of mortality get into me. Maybe then, things would be so crystal.