The happy place

Hello again, it’s me!

I’m on the train again. A slightly older one without AC, but which has wooden panelling and blue seats.

I’m hearing the wind through the window which is slightly opened.

I am happy with a bit of melancholy mingled into it, bittersweet.

I don’t want to poke into this state of mind right now. Let’s just say that it’s a sore and it itches, but let’s not pick this scab right now, it’ll just make things worse. I think.

Sometimes strong ruthless introspection is the key to progress.

Sometimes it’s best to leave it be.

And that’s that; don’t force conclusions; life is a marathon.

I’m not hungover today, but I didn’t sleep until four, hearing the rain smattering on the roof and I was right by the ceiling

Picturing I was in a tent,

Then thinking about all the blood pumping through my body.

Five litres of blood.

Thinking that I likely have gotten rosacea on my nose through DNA

Thinking that it would help with some cortisone

Thinking that it’ll solve itself once I get back into my regular fitness routine.

All things considered: having these random pointless thoughts and being uncomfortable in a cozy type of way.

I guess that reflects my inner state of mind right now too: The rain on the ceiling.

Yes.

And now I’m going home.