Is it better to forgo than to forego? To feel better as you are than to become a bettor? Forget what you can be keep being a busy bee; but still do nothing more than  perpetually trying to grasp the morrow that is actually the moment that passed you by? Proudly holding a codling and keep indulging, coddling your perhaps in the future and once again bruised ego? Lost in the moment instead of BEING the moment?

Being a breath of fresh air doesn't mean that you will never err, that you will never ever be tired when you actually feel like a flat tire; that you feign your cheerfulness because you are tired. To elude misery doesn't mean to illude your brain. Feeling tired means that you are safer, more grounded than before and can take a breather OR days are passing by and everybody is walking around in a daze while you observe? Observing




*to be continued but were you able to find a melody in my words? Was it out of tune?