Some days are harder, some don't get started
Some get sawed in half and others vanish in thin air
Sometimes I talk too much, sometimes I listen too little
Sometimes I drive myself nuts, sometimes I **** what's left by pretending I'm ok and making improvement.
I'm manic and
all over the place so i watch out for the road but sometimes prefer the cliff and its ideations. To whom that may concern I don't know. I just write it down and crawl towards the light in hopeful submission