I Don't Think I Can Waste Another Year Getting In My Own Way

i don't think i can waste another year getting in my own way

Yesterday I went outside, for the first time in a while. It felt different. Everything feels different now. Somewhere between good and bad. Not too much of either. The trees seemed taller, the buildings duller, the cars louder than they were, two years ago. Two years. It's been two years I think. Two years of everything and everyone changing, but I've stayed the same. I probably haven't. I've probably changed to a great extent too. Maybe I haven't changed at all. Maybe I've changed so much that I didn't even notice. A lot of things have gone unnoticed by me lately, and that seems to be the only thing I've noticed. Days go by all the same. The same routine, or lack thereof. Days turn into weeks, into months and when the year ends I somehow always look back and think ' I've changed so much' but then the new year begins and i realize I haven't changed at all. What is change anyway? And why do i constantly seem to yearn for it? Does it make me feel alive? Or is it to prove to people that i'm growing as a person, that im more sure of myself than i was three months ago. I'll never know. Because i've changed so much by not changing at all.

i have so much to say but no way to say it.

i want to go back to sleeping the whole entire day because i lost so much weight when i did

and when you leave, i'll still be here

later, i say

in a minute or two, maybe three?

i'll wait some more.

its been a year. 

a year has gone by.

later, i say

five minutes? years?

who knows....

later, i say

and now it's late enough...