When I see you.

It's weird..

Sometimes, it feel like there's never enough time, and then sometimes it....

Feels like there's actually... Too much.

There's no menu, or basket of bread on the table. Or TV to glance at.

It's just us... Looking at each other, which can be great. 

And it should be.

But, sometimes...

You just need to look away.

Someone told me that you never had a visitor.

Can I ask why?

-- I guess you just had to look away.

😊

A Question?

I'm okay..
Ofcourse.

I know I should be feeling thrilled right now.
I'm in print..
I'm young-ish.
And I'm healthy. Also "ish".
I'm alive.
I'm living.
Breathing thing...
And it's really...
I'ts overwhelming how lucky I am.

But, yet every night.. I go to bed, and I have this gnawing feeling.
Like what I've got is not enough.
And every morning I wakeup, thinking the feeling'll be gone,
But.... But it's not!

Does that make me..... A Selfish fucking ungrateful douche bag?!