I feel so much inside me, but there’s nothing for me to express. Not to the person next to me, the stranger that I meet in the plane or even the closest being.
I would have so much to say, but nothing I want to tell seems to be able to be put into words.
I don’t understand myself anymore. Just like how the gulls never stay on the serene beach at night, I never understood how to accept that happiness is already in my reach and I shouldn’t venture into the dangerous seas.
I need some Murakami now.