I am a cog in a wheel.
I don't know if I'm building or tearing down at this point because I feel like I am doing both at the same time.
The sky is time's very own hourglass.
I'm shaping this year like a potter at a wheel, and of course, I've had a few failed attempts.
I am not a sleep lover, but who doesn't love a dream.
I think of life as one long to-do list.
The weekend always seemed like an urban legend.
Summer is a beautiful but harsh season, and I know it's not all that bad.
That's because outside of my boring bubble things are happening, things are changing.
There can only be roads that are not yet taken. These days it's so hard to find those.