stop

i'm never content. i always find faults in myself, my life, my surroundings. i constantly yearn for more.

there was this split second not too long ago where i actually felt as close to content as i can remember. everything was, of course, not perfect, but there was this sense of calm over everything in me.

i remember thinking "no way this shit could last", and of course it didn't.

life went on, and that moment blurred by.