The comfort zone.
So warm, so fluffy, so lovely.
And once I step out of it, I see the world is moving without me.
On the outside there are those who embrace ambition and bounce back from failures.
All I need to do is step the fuck out, but there is trouble out there.
Strangers who harm.
I think the ostrich with its head in the sand has a certain charm.
Sometimes I have a fear of what is going on.
I feel that anything is achievable, but I have to work against me.
Because we all know the comfort zone is so warm, so fluffy, so lovely.