What's the whole meaning of it?
Lately too many empty minutes..
No drink, no smoke surrounding my body.
I woke up sick today, felt it as I was sleeping and wanted to be somewhere else other than in me.
Where was I for a moment?
All these conversations in between, who am I?
Why do I expect anything at all?
I've been ceasing to expect, ceasing to wait.
It somehow feels such a waste.
Vague.
Where am I?
I've been avoiding all these empty people, all those empty conversations. Empty thoughts, empty moments, such a waste.
I waste my own moments without the help of others.
Wish I was wasting them better right now..
I feel so tired. Still feeling sick is putting me down.
I'll be going now... wherever!
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