You’re like the network of my mobile phone. Unreachable at the one moment I really need you. You don’t feel me anymore. You don’t seem to care. Where is the love? The care? Please have the guts to tell me what you want from me. Or don’t want. Reach out for me. ‘Cause no matter what I do, I can’t reach you anymore
Maybe it’s selfish, maybe it’s part of becoming an adult, a woman. Sometimes it feels awful, to choose for myself. But most of the times it feels like freedom, the only right thing to do.
I’m on my own. That means I’m lonely at some point, but mostly inspiring people are around. They motivate me to keep going, keep doing what I do and seem to be good at.
It’s me-time. I don’t need free time, only ‘let me be time’.