I spend my evenings staring into the mirror.
Admiring the increasing length of my hair,
how it fades from medium-brown roots to the lighter tones of dye-jobs past.

I spend my nights staring into screens full of pictures and words,
gazing into an imaginary world where objects seem much more tangible than my physical surroundings.

I'm not finding any answers,
I'm just wasting my time.

Time that could be spent getting ahead on something,
getting things done.
Anything done.

I have nothing done.


Coffee & Procrastination.
storyofmylife.