I sit in the café.

Thinking about doing thing.

Even when I do nothing.

I always think of doing things.

And the more things I do.

The more I need to do as well.

Oh, I am tired.

Sitting down alone now.

Waiting for everything to end.

Doing nothing.

Oh, now I understand what death is.

Not a destruction of life.

But a reminder.

Of what life truly is…