I start by saying that I may have overestimated myself? or underestimated the timeline for rebirth? Things feel like they’re too slow? Not sure, but I shall continue to go on as I do; plans are meant to change right?
And then I was going through my pieces, diary, scraps of paper, as I ran into the following conversation. Again, the time day and context are lost on me just enough, even almost completely. I can feel the sentiment though, I have a memory of the scent of coffee, not fresh, hot no longer, but maybe just warm enough for a couple more sips. I remember the exact lyrics playing inside and around me, I know the voices, I know them too well.
