these are the moments no one remembers. lying awake, aimlessly searching through forests of internet, looking for what probably doesn’t exist. Any form of hope, any voice that tells me everything is going to turn out great. This is the between times, that no one remembers. But nothing changes, nothing appears, and I am still here. In this state because what I think I need is gone. Or maybe doesn’t exist yet. This state is purpose, and can only turn into answers with time. Fuck time.