Exhaust

Sometimes i feel like i’m floating in a busy balloon of life. Endless feeling of ups and downs. Stuck. And sometimes breathless. Gasping for air and some room of comfort. Sometimes it feels like a soap bubble waiting to burst. Pop! There you go..there goes your life. Your world. Your once complete or incomplete joy and stupidity. I’m exhausted.

I started blogging again, i guess it helps in a way..