I wish to do so much. And yet, I find myself only wishing. Never doing it. Stuck in the penrose stairs. Just trying to find a way out. Somehow, even fate has grown bored with me. No bones thrown this way. All I can think of is to be able to make a change. To be able to look into the eyes of people and not see pity. To be free of the burden of monotony. To just be…
Erratic Thoughts # 26
