It has been some time since I’ve really listened to myself: ages since I have actively taken the time to write out all the thoughts that travel tirelessly throughout my information station.
There was a time that I understood: myself. Contrasted with those countless blocks of rediscovery and falling down, consistently.
It is time to be on the up again. To surrender to the inevitable existence of personal spirals within. No hope-filled balloons are lifting me up. No one is coming to save me. This is it.
Love me. Hate me. Leave me. Or stay.
I swear I will swim rampantly until the tide pulls me all the way down.