My head always seems to be elsewhere, always in another place. Always searching for something else. I kept my toes hidden under the covers. I listened to the deep silence of the house and slowly lifted my head. Another morning, another ruotine. Today so many things were searching through my mind I could barely move. Too many responsibilites and expectations. Then remembered no work until four, my muscles slowly relaxed. The day began.

The days go by and I soon forget, quickly trying to remember taking picture after picture. Writing always helps. Reading always helps. Life's problems seem so simple to me, that none of it is really worth it. Fixing doesn't stay forever. Nothing is forever. I watch people walk the streets full of insecurities hoping that no one will notice the small things they make so large in their minds. We don't notice at all. Nobody does. We carry large burdens around, we hid great things. Some hide it with loud voices and cover it by cheap jokes. Some don't say a word at all, when they have a full mouth to say. I always have a mouthful to say, but I keep things to myself. Some think that people's silence is their anger, but why is it that you think of an emotion at all. Silence is at peaceful, silence is dear. It's what makes you smile that matters, It's what keeps you sane.
relax.