whoops.

the weeks have rolled on by, the months cascading past as this ceaseless tug-of-war continues, only straining bonds more and more.
i stand on neither bank, aiding neither part, swaying to neither side.
instead i choose not to see, not to notice, not to do anything.
i flee from my very ownself, coward to my own image, battered by my own soul.
there is no end to this wearisome, lethargic journey of self-discovery, and yet, there are few pit stops along the way.
i'm young and restless, yet old and fatigued.
the decisions i made i do not regret, and still i look back to what might have been.
the soil covering my past gets no rest.
and with every decision i make,
a rough path sprouts from beneath the dense undergrowth.
and to where it leads?
even a compass cannot tell.
i am a shadow to the world, there everywhere, but serving no purpose but to follow.

my brain's about to explode.
am thinking too much again.
my body's in hibernation.
netball does physical damage to one's body.
my soul's resting.
too much feeling for one week.
i am shutting down.
need to get more sleep in before i grow fat.

Super
Pencil
Exudes
Nostalgic
Contagious
Enigmatic
Ravishment