daydream

In one fleeting moment, I pictured myself as someone else.

There's this alluring sense of possibility along with the promise it brings.

What if I were wrong? What if I'm more than the sum of my idiosyncrasies?

What if the good can stay with the bad gone? It certainly can.


For now the only thing I can do is to keep working. Keep doing the things I have to, while I have the time to.
All these sitting around has dulled my mind. My vision is narrowing and my perception shallow.