Small Talk

I’ve been reading a lot, spending a lot of time alone. Every morning starts with an idea, some research, some answers, and by the end of the day, my idea turns into about ten different questions.

How do people have time for children?

I’m trying to learn more about what love is, what life is, what my body is…and I feel like I don’t have enough time. I don’t have enough time to learn, to grow, to create.

I’ve always been better off alone, finding my way.

Maybe it’s better for me to stay in the present moment and work with what already exists, rather than creating new.

What are my passions? Everything.

I don’t even know how to answer that question anymore, I don’t know how to meet new people. Where do I start? Or, where do I end? What do I say?

Where does anything end? It doesn’t. (?)

So, I’m just going to keep going, and know that every moment forward is just that—a moment forward.

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