That moment when you’re in between worlds. Dark and night. Wakefulness and dreamland, you know just stuck. Stuck there. You like at the perfect balance. And you’re struggling. You’re between that high and that soberness. That moment when you’re just there trying trying to strike the perfect balance. You’re pretty much like the wheels on the ceiling.
This is where the deep existential questions, are, answered. You know, good. Bad.
Who killed JFK? Pio Gama Pinto? Tom Mboya?
Sometimes i think it’s worth it, sometimes it’s just worth it to go through life.
Well in that moment, it is.