Crazy is how I seems to forget about my dreams. Or how much fun I used to have making them.
Crazy is how I lost any spirit to even look at them. Not even think of making them come true.
Crazy is “to-do-lists” that I never really make again, or when I kinda did, not even trying to get it done.
Crazy is how moments of my life just seems to fly away so fast that I can’t believe they’re gone.
Crazy is how changes are keep coming that even before I get used to one change, I already have to deal with another one.
Crazy is how “peaceful” my life is, but I still feel so confused and scared and worried and tired.
Crazy is how there are many things I could be grateful about, yet I still feel like crying from time to time.
Crazy is created inside my mind.
I just have to stop thinking crazy.
Then everything will stop being crazy.
And I will be fine again.