similar to the feeling when you first open your eyes in the morning, reality comes rushing back to you. this world, these objects, these emotions. there has to be a restart button.
today is the day. cleanse your soul. scrub off the heavy baggage left by an ex, by a shitty old friend, by an anxious moment between you and your dad. leave it all behind. slam the door. exit. tomorrow is spring – let it be your restart button.