This morning I woke up uneasy. I dreampt of a person I used to spend lots of time with. And he was him at first. But then he turned into someone who I haven't seen in years, someone I don't have any fondness for, someone who I don't hate, but I'm indifferent towards. It's so strange to wake up and feel like something is wrong, even though it is not the first time and certainly not the last. Only the day before yesterday morning I was inspired by the weak sunlight and the breeze to enter into a lucid dream where I could just lay out under the tree of our back yard and control everything that happened.
I've been having trouble caring about what I write lately. It is as if I have nothing more to say, nothing more to share, and I haven't even begun my life or career yet.
But maybe this time of apathy and drifting from one thing to the next is the time right before liberation, a new and better phase.
