I Get Caught Up In

I Get Caught Up In My Bubble Of Reading, Writing, Or Music.

Sometimes I Have Wrinkles, In The Morning. It Depends On What Kind Of Night That I Had. I Accept Myself And The Way That I Am Growing Older. I Have Eye Bags And Some People Have Proposed To Me To Take Them Out But I Said No.

Expectation Is The Mother Of All Frustration.

Sometimes I Feel Very Guilty, So I Don't Know If I Am A Clear Example Of A Perfect Father, Because Sometimes I Also Just Punish Myself, Saying I'm Not Doing Probably The Right Thing At This Particular Moment. It's A Secret.

I Long To Get Back Into Theater.