I try to find a box of old clothes. I am thinking to help those in need of them. I push aside some boxes and open one to find the right box. It carries the books I long abandoned. Once was a time they were a part of my life then comes a time I packed them in a box. I devoted all my time to studies and then to my job thinking one day I will have enough time for them, that day never came.

Somewhere in chasing success, I lost myself. I stopped reading and with that, I lost the companion of my nights, my coffee breaks. The empty space takes over by excel sheets.

I bring the box in my room and stack them near my bed. I have lost a considerable time and do not want to lose myself again.