There's still so much to do and yet I can't find the time to document it all rather than live it out. Scattered thoughts on Twitter if anything, but I'm busy all about.

Heavy is the crown this jester wears.

Love for whatever the reason is motivation enough!

I have begun to write and simply let whatever comes out be acceptable. It feels like I've flushed out most of the garbage and am less stressed than usual. There are many things I have left to reflect upon and figure out the appropriate path. Regardless, here's what I've been up to in not so many words ( Read more... )

Utterly disgusted with my ability to formulate words. I can't even concentrate and though words reach paper, they have the feel of shit. More work must be done and something of note will only please me, anything else just gets me upset.

It still is simply a matter of probability and equations, though one hopes they calculated correctly.

Like clockwork my days have become. I am too tired to make sense but the dreams at this hour have me defending myself at all costs. Ugh.

My thoughts are beyond fitting form at this moment (as they may normally seem) but moreso that my dreams of late are meant to torture me or make me feel I am consistently under pressure. I am tested on dark grounds and though the dreamscape is familiar to me, the lessons are not. The element of shock is ever-present and foreign to me as I feel I ( Read more... )

Civility...amongst one of the most elaborate masks I choose to wear for self-preservation. The ball continues and we all dance to the tune that will keep us all within the status quo ( Read more... )

I believe I'm going through withdrawal. My dreams are messing with me again and woke up twice about the same topic. Must stay strong.