Lately, I feel as if life is like a litted room, and the room I’m in has been overlit for a couple years.
Time has made the light become a bit intoxicated, causing it to overlit the room, and it’s finally managed to eat away all items of clothing…
I’m sure it’s not toxic for myself, my body and mind and whatever.
But still…
Sometimes, when I open my eyes and look at the light, my eyes start to sting.
So I’m trying to show some resistance to it lately, which on itself makes me feel uncomfortable, cuz without the light, I wouldn’t exist…

It may be warm, comfy, caressing and all that, but I’ve grown a bit tired of this particular light, or at least of it’s intoxicated aspects.
So I’ve been thinking it’s about time I went to a more subtly lit room, where the light hasn’t grown toxic… in fact, a room where I can be the one who chooses what the light should look like.

Yeah… I think I’ld like that.

(note to the reader: the light is a metaphore on something I can’t specify properly)