i don't know where to even begin with myself. i am a mess of sorts, the kind of clutter that isn't necissarily meant to gather. but has over time. then time & time again. in a constant overflowing circle of dreams & needs.
stuck between this & that & between the doorways leading to where i am waiting for my moment to shine. where i will smile & dance under those zanarkand skies once again.
cyptic but obvious, or maybe you are just too completely oblivious to realize what is in front of you. ladybug & butterfly seasons again & you forget. you keep walking along the sidewalks along with the bikes & cars & people attending your classes & work & your schedules. reading newspapers over a cup of coffee or cappuccino or tea. while i lay in bed trying to adjust to an imaginary schedule in control of mrs. insomnia. if that is what you call it. constantly asking myself what i've become. how i've managed to find myself in this place. what has happened. & how can i move on from here & find myself back under those zarakand skies.