I work. A lot. Productive, I guess, but a little intellectually detached.
I love. I care. Truly. But most of the time I’m emotionally detached.
I walk… run… travel… Do numerous adventures. But I’m rooted helplessly on the spot more than I move around.
I always have something to say. I talk too much. But I mute when explaining myself, especially telling what I feel.
When I laugh, frown, smile, cry. Just take it as it is. It is all I could give anyway.
So don’t ask why, I’m sourced out of finding reasons.
