I remember when I was able to find pleasure in things surrounding me.
People, friends, lovers, food, alcohol, clothes, going out, dancing, parties, drugs, work, travel, sport, cooking, writing, painting, arts, dating, sex, masturbation, animals, nature, sleep, talks, philosophy, spirituality, myself…
And now? Now I am bored. I’ve done it all. All too much. Nothing enough. Never healthy. Never pure. Never sane.
In some way I think somebody pulled the plug until it all drained out and there was nothing left but an empty bathtub and a bit of mud.
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June ’18
Pia Petersson