The rewind button has been ignored for months now, even if things ain't looking so good enough to warrant a looksee in the past and check if back then was much better than the now-as-in.
To flashback if I wanted to, go somewhen and live an older life for some moments and come back wiser and a tad bit more sentimental; and more often than not find that I have broken an ittybitty piece of myself somewhere.
These days, the present is enough reason for waking and to just space out. Solitude has made herself so scarce these months I am starting to twitch nervously sometimes, for the lack of her presence and the thought that she just might have left for good. I remember back then that I fooled around with the word Existentialism.
Now, I am in a limbo far worse than any I have been in and I know that I should be somewhere, preferably moving and making some money while at it.
