Guess I'm doing fine

I can't promise anything.
But slowly trying to come back.
Not here to say I'm feeling great or I'm enlightened now.
I just need to write.
Because that's the only way I can keep myself alive
in a sense.
I don't know.
I don't have an answer.
Don't except anything right here.
What you see here is just me, hotchpotch (just looked at a dictionary) of my thoughts.
Or just a computer screen if you don't print it out.
What am I saying?
This is not a poem.
This is not even a composition.
This is not a language.
This doesn't make sense.
No, No, No, No, No...



I'm tired. I'll write tomorrow.