There is no way to make sense of things

Never understand how my brain works. It keeps telling me things that contradict with each other. Sometimes I want to go away from here, go away to some secret beaches and inhale the salty air and just feel the breeze slowly poke my cheeks. But sometimes I want to stay, enjoy the chaotic streets because in that chaos strangely enough I found me a wave of calmness. 

Most of the time though, I just want to inhale and exhale and probably cry a bit with coffee in my hand and cumming poems in the other one, accompanied with neruda and holden.