Song lyrics are on my mind today.
Time and space and age with so many things to do. I wish my mind would keep everything in its place.
I’m caught up in with all these children who have all these little things of nothing and their whole futur in front of them, while I have my whole past and a million what ifs in front of me. Too many to count and non that I really want to think about but the pages I need to read.
I am so tired these days. I feel lost. So much to do, so much to dream, so much so much! So yeah. I need a breath, what to ask for, and what I do ask for I can not seem to have. This pattern is broken. What solution does the potential ninth offer? Just more questions and lies maybe. No return to Hell. Home had brought some sense of soul back.
I cannot seem to write it all down, but I need to keep trying. More than once a semester. Clarity may arise better after next months sleep study and a solution for the Narcolepsy? I hope.