As i wake up here at home, a missed evening of camping with friends out in the beaches, because i worked yesterday, and i work today... i feel regret.
regret for missing things, and choosing others.
when sometimes i wonder if i even choose the right things
It is very quiet now... on the street.
I am sitting in my nook this morning, with a cold coffee from yesterday.
Only a couple of cars have gone by, 8am-ish on a saturday morning.
More people. Half of them middle-aged men- just released/dismissed from the local shelters...
I`m more bitter nowadays... jaded.
I know too much, and i feel more.
I don`t know a lot of now-time `pop culture`... i spend my conscious time experiencing dancing to music.
It`s like i absorb rhythms... to share them with those around me.
regret for missing things, and choosing others.
when sometimes i wonder if i even choose the right things
It is very quiet now... on the street.
I am sitting in my nook this morning, with a cold coffee from yesterday.
Only a couple of cars have gone by, 8am-ish on a saturday morning.
More people. Half of them middle-aged men- just released/dismissed from the local shelters...
I`m more bitter nowadays... jaded.
I know too much, and i feel more.
I don`t know a lot of now-time `pop culture`... i spend my conscious time experiencing dancing to music.
It`s like i absorb rhythms... to share them with those around me.
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