The other way around
Inspiration comes and goes. With a bit of practise, I’m sure I can stabilize it a little.
I don’t have much time these days to do anything else than work and preparing to move out of my flat on Friday. I still need to write about the ever smiling man – he’s still on my mind.
Now I know even less what a physical home is supposed to be. I think it suits me.
I said something important yesterday, it just came out of my mouth:
I’m tired of trying to fit in. Now life will fit in, not me.