I’m learning lately, what I do to pass time. 

Actually, what I do to fill time. 

Eat. 

Watch Netflix. 

Scroll my Instagram feed. 

Keep myself busy, I mean, hey, there is linseed waiting to be ground and the towels HAVE to be washed twice a week. 

To just sit. 

To just be. 

I don’t know how to do that. 

So instead. 

I make up all these things that keep me “busy”. 

Find myself exhausted. 

And wondering why. 

I’ve got nothing left to give. 

Xx

K