I have a hard time defining the feeling of being loved during the day. I'm so much of a night junky, I forget what day it is and dare not to look at the sun. I forget what breakfast taste like and have no idea how to grow a plant. It needs sunlight dummy! What I say to myself...
I don't know how to grow anything, so of course I stay stagnant and deal with the fact that I'm content. Stuck in the mud, running in one place...
"Treadmill"