Not entirely sure who I am sometimes or what my purpose is. There are moments of clarity intermingled within a web of undulating confusion...but those odd moments make it worthwhile, at times.
Keep telling myself to read more...satisfy that thirst, or, to write more...to satisfy that inner suppressed demon.

It's difficult balancing on this trapeze sometimes. Exhausting is another word I would rather use. It's exhausting.
Very few people get it. Then again, they are the only one's that matter.