On Olives and Sake

There is something that fascinates me in Airports. An amazing, restless flow of energy and emotions.

Off to another airport…

I’m a wreck.

That’s the truth.

I can’t sleep until I’m too tired to open my eyes, and once I do, I never want to wake up. I have dreams of everything I wanted to do, and nightmares of everything I did.

I struggle to concentrate, I struggle, I truly, struggle to be interested in anyone, or anything around me.

I feel as homeless as can be. And it’s choking me alive. There is nothing worse than this feeling of alienation from everything that used to your home. This disconnection, this continuous state of denial. I think I’ve forgotten how to belong anymore.

I’m tired. I’m really tired, and I know well enough that a break, just won’t do.

Happy 6th of June everybody.