the sadness of realization

This state can be overcome if you really need to. In my case, the firmness of my bed tonight depended on it – cold asphalt or a warm, soft mattress. Well, there's nothing you won't do for comfort. I'm staring at the ceiling now and realizing that I could have been within these very walls this morning, if I hadn't thrown myself at the first available lodging option in the middle of nowhere. I was very thoughtless and will definitely fix that one day. But now something else matters – it's exactly 15:54 and it's finally time to crawl under the covers…

THE SORROW OF REALIZATION = Day 3 =

Today can be described as a short (and gloomy, from my current perspective) poem, written on a bench by the embankment, just as evening began to fall. I no longer see the world I lived in, And the people, buildings, trees seem the same, Are we close now, or am I one of them? We must be from different dimensions. The world follows the flow of time, but what is time? Is it real, or is it just an illusion? Stasis, a halt – That is what I observe, Now I am here, and soon I will be there. And eternity is equal to a moment for me, In ignorance of everything I found solace, There is me and the path that fate has laid out, I step into the distance, crossing time...