...

Nothing makes any sense.

Wanting something you can't have.
Or are choosing not to have.

Constantly wavering on whether your motives are sincere, or selfish.

Contemplating the alternative.

Living simply in the alternative.

And then recognizing that there is so much more to life.

Wondering if your selfish desires will one day bring you down.
Or, if they already have.

Waiting.
Trying to trust that things will work out.


Am I going insane?
Love?
Ahhhhhhhhh.
My mind is turning to mush.


All over you?
I'm not over you?


I'm swallowed in the sea.