How are you? A simple question. Great. Awesome. In paradise. Surfing. Beach. Waterfalls. Beautiful sunrises. Hiking in the jungle. Villa with pool. Hammock at the rice fields. Tasty fruits. Deep rooted culture. Scooter along the winding roads. Freedom. New friendships. Reunions. Laughter. Sport. Action. Relaxing. Nasi Campur. Friendly locals. Cultural exchange. Had it already all here in Bali.
How are you? A simple question. Tears in my eyes. Hard to breath. Wanna hide. Run away. Lonely. No home. Left behind again. Hamster wheel. Stuck. No progress. Regrets. Meaningless. Worthless. Unproductive. No end in sight. Burden. Giving in. Giving up. White flag. Just want to stop this endless right.
How are you? What a complex question. What is the scale to measure against. Is barely getting out of bed already good enough. Who do I want to let into this dark mess. What depth do I want to uncover. Might a simple fine thanks be the best answer? Who is that You. This never ending stream of crazy thoughts jumping around like crazy, having no master, getting not tired and being unpredictable at every time? This underweight five feet walking something? Or non of both of them?
How are you? I don't know.