I don't know how I feel right now. There's too much to be said in such a short amount of time. I'm working on it even if I'm putting it off. Hamster in a wheel of monotony. But at the moment I just can't find the right words. Perhaps I've left them somewhere never to be found. I'm choking but at the same time I'm empty. I'm screaming through dead lungs. I know I don't have alot on my plate but at the same time I feel as if I've got too much to deal with. Am I wasting my time? It can seem like that on some mornings. Nothing is absolute anymore. Maybe that's who I am, the one with a never ending struggle to find that piece of solitude. I'll get it one day but who knows what the possible cost could be. Hopefully it'll be worth it. I tell myself when it's quiet that everything will be eventual.
