You ever just want to try again? Wipe the file and restart? No, it’s not that you want to die, and no, it might not be that you regret things THAT much, but you just yearn for a simpler time?
Sometimes you just want to go out on a walk with a gentle breeze and temperable weather.
You want to sit down in a café with a parfait and not have to listen to everyone around you.
You want to listen to music for hours on and and dissasociate.
But there are too many things that you need to do and not enough time to do them all, so many things you demand of yourself that you don’t dare take that time, and it’s not like it matters, because you’ve already run out of the time you so treasured by arguing with yourself.
So, I suppose, in the end what I really want is time. And I know it’s running out. I don’t know just when the hourglass will be empty, but it’ll be soon, as I sit here, preparing a future I know won’t exist, and setting up milestones I know I won’t get the chance to reach.