Numbers, there are too many numbers on my mind. 18 years, 4 seasons, 9 months, 1 sheep, 2 sheep, 3 sheep... Infinite numbers, infinitely numb.
But the worrying part is that there are more "x"s than known numbers. X paths, x €, x chances, x possibilities, x problems, x solutions, x fears, x dreams. X istence, x pensive, x clusion, x pectations, x pelliarmus.
Since when life became an Algebra problem?
I believed it was a book, written chapter by chapter. Or a painting, drawn stroke by stroke. Yeah, I thought it was something I could easily deal with. But no, it had to turn out to be a matter of numbers. And difficult roots.
The fun part is that I tragically suck at maths.