A war started, and I am hopping around finding items that fit in my apartment, like a bird preparing its nest for a long winter. But the winter has just ended! And after winter comes summer, a summer too hot to stay outside. So whichever season it is, we must prepare our nests, so we can come back to our houses and breathe. I should be happy that I have a place to come back to.

I've just gotten used to my new mattress; it is no longer a threat to me. I watch the news while cleaning the room and don't know what to feel. 

“Cancer.” That's what it is. One error after another, never fixing itself, going forward or backward, or wherever that is not here, here now. The mind shifts elsewhere, looking to attack someone other than yourself, the whole world turning itself into ADHD. But that's me. I have ADHD, not the whole world. I was the kid with special needs, not the world.

 I think I want to start cooking, I don't want to go out and eat out so much.

 I also don't have much urge to talk to others, as I used to before. Perhaps I am satisfied with the job that I have. As insignificant as it seems, it suits my personality. I like to keep things personal, and never feel like talking to the world. 

 The carrots! I can't stand not eating carrots these days. I think I am learning something from them. How can they survive without starting a war? By spreading information trough their body and soul. Now that's something I shall admire.

 So if anyone asks, who's my favorite artist, I'd say "Carrots." or "Sweet potato", and the clams! They are adorable. The minute I throw them into a hot boiling pan they open their shells as if they want to make the most of their death. To be eaten is not the end, its the middle of a story, and their body spreads to the other and a story can go on.