It's been weeks.
Weeks, Months, almost half a year.
I've yet to enjoy the outside as much as I plan to.
I've yet to teach myself how to play like I planned to.
I've yet to put my body back into ruins forming it into beautiful shapes, lines and a temple as I used to.
It's been awhile.
It's been like forever.
Time is my friend but also an enemy.
Time scares me.
It scares the shit out of me.
Time heals.
But time is also wasted.
Everywhere I go left and right there's also a distraction. I'm never alone. I can never be by myself anymore.
I think... I have to make time for myself to do the things I want to do.
