After three nights of partying, I can finally sit and rest. I haven’t been inspired lately and feel as though something is missing. But there was always something missing and it seldom bothered me. Like the trips we took, like the card games we played late at night, like the gatherings we had every Friday night.
My mind is in a state of peace and it doesn’t want to replay old memories, old stories from those days…
My mother misses me I think. But I don’t think of her; maybe I should.
I can’t think of what is missing, maybe if I think harder, I’ll figure it out.