My days are spent daydreaming,
wishing,
plotting,
planning,
motivating,
thinking,
l­onging,
giving up.
It's funny how words,
phrases,
text messages,
or a lack there of,
can send me in to a spin,
my head dizzy with emotion.
This is such a rollercoaster.
The ride is fun for a little bit,
but the unpredicability is killing me.
I am black and white,
this is grey.
Tell me the answers,
even if they hurt,
at least I will know,
because the not knowing
is slowly taking it's toll.

I have always been envious
of those who are content
yet i have never wished
for their lives -

to find joy in routine
a bliss in the knowledge
of what is an assumed inevitability  
It never sounded like a good idea

We're all animals who prefer
the confines of a zoo,
than the unpredicability of
the wild

We're all
Lions with their teeth knocked out

Take away our desires
replace our instinct
with a mild manner
with what comes natural

Take away our fight
and we'll all be whimpering dogs
you'll find us
Content