my ceilings have been too low, lately. and if i stare at them long enough i’ll start to panic. staring at the same thing long enough will do that to me. i feel stuck. like i’ve been in this place too long. on some level i mark the progression of my life by the ceilings i stare at and how long it takes for them to change.
it’s 10.46 am. i want to go back to sleep.
