Winter morning thoughts

Maybe I’m more attracted to your aspirations and innocent passions than to you as a person.

The passions that I feel like are slipping away from me, you seem to still have a tight grasp of. So maybe I even envy you. Envy manifesting as attraction? I feel like I should know better.

Maybe I’m forcing myself to be attracted as a self-regulatory device.

Anyways it’s all useless and futile. Sometimes the good things in life are the boring things. Peace is underrated. The adrenaline of chasing is overrated.

I don’t have the time.