
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…