It has come to my senses that I'm far more than a machine programmed to work five days a week, and resting the other two.
I noticed something I thought was long lost, I can still feel and smile thinking about something.
I wanted to listen to same old songs I used to lose myself into everyday. But I now know that if I give in to it, it might bounce back and hit me in the face.
I want nothing more than playing the same chord progression in guitar or hum a single tune the whole night. But it just might take me back to the time I felt so free and normal, I don't want to go there, not anymore.
It's a weekend tomorrow, so I'll try my best to travel and TV out these 0s and 1s which people call "feelings", to again become a glorious cog in the system.
But until then, for this short while, and maybe this half night, I'm more alive than a whole planet full of life.
Maybe if next time someone asks me what would I change, if I could go back in time, I might have something to say.
