Sometimes I think too much. And sometimes I think too little. All the same, I ramble along my path in disoriented strides. I can't find whatever is supposed to jump out at me. Whatever jumps out at me scares me into submission. There is absolutely no balance or unearthable patterns.
God, I'm still searching for cohesion.
Words disappear as I press and hold the delete button.
I have met someone recently, and they are influencing me little by little. Maybe he's a good thing. I have yet to find out.
My control breaks easier and with greater frequency as the days go by. I can't keep it in my grasp. And it gets in the way of everything that means something to me.
My apologies for the me post, but I haven't kept a journal in a year and this feels more comfortable at the moment.
Good night.
