Sometimes life spins out of control, other times you let it.
I couldn't tell anyone what's wrong with me, though I couldn't tell you what's right either. Sometimes I have trouble being present.
It's hard to be confident right now. It's hard to see things plainly or any more elegantly than they really are. Ultimately, reality eludes and confines me.
This is my curse, come back to perplex me.
This is my escapist nature, ready to explore illusion and fantasy once more.
And I wonder, is it because I dislike the taste of reality, or is it just because I love the flavor of imagination so much more?
