I saw the day went by
And nothing was done...

I have things to do
But not the will.

Sometimes, is like this...
Who knows why?!

Trying to fil the spaces without the discomfort that comes from procrastination...

Am I a bit depressed?!
Maybe...

Aren't we all a bit somedays?

I would be lying if I told you I am always happy...

Somedays there is this heaviness and I do not want to get out of bed and have things done...

Then I remember that some do not have confort...
Some do not have a bed to lyi on...
And in this duality, sprouts this other me, who whispers in my ear:
how dare me to feel this way?

#SometimesIWrite