If you ask me, if I am doing anything tangible, then let me say this again: I do nothing. I am neither employed nor a graduate. I am neither student nor unemployed. I don't have any work yet I don't stay idle. I dont earn but I stay alone, cook alone, eat alone and sleep alone But what am I?
I am myself. I am loving myself. I am talking to me in the kitchen when I am cooking. I am talking to myself when I am driving around town. I say to myself what I am and what I need to be.
This I have found is a therapy. It heals my soul. Talking to myself, i have found is a balm. It's looking at the mirror. I love how the tip of my tongue touches the upper palate of my mouth where my upper front teeth is embedded to the jaw and how on each touch I pronounce a syllable. And how I can say "I am happy!!!" without the tip of my tongue touching the upper palate. Only the lips meet.
Sometimes I untether my mind and let it fly. It drifts back in time. It goes to the time when I was very stressed. To the time how each day was a year. Then it drifts past this time and halts to the time when was a stupid imprudent boy.
And I call my mind back again to the present and I find myself in the sofa. Palms sweaty, armpits wet. Blood rushing and heart beating like a drum. Then I walk to the kitchen, pour myself a cup of water, drink it down. The cold water moves down my throat and as it reaches my stomach I cool down. It cools me. And I go to sleep.
