Blessed are the ones who slumber.
I can't sleep. My thoughts, they are so disorganized that my mind is firing off on all cylinders trying to make sense of it all. This once minuscule sense of feeling I once had is now an overwhelming force that pushes and pulls me in each and every direction, and I'm not sure which feelings I should fight and which I should pursue. Should I do what my heart says, or should I be a rational man?...the thought of love is absurd, but then again who the fuck cares about rationality. Know this...that nothing is wrong, in fact everything is wonderful, but still, there is something missing. Like a song without lyrics or a canvas without paint....this is how I feel, so incomplete.