I look forward to the day for reading with pleasure. I miss loving words and enjoying a certain book. My mind is swapped, constantly. Little times does it take breaks. Even then, I barely let it breath. I don't let it dwell where it wants and later I stay up all night. Awake. I understand why people begin to lose their mind from lack of sleep.

A sleepless mind: you cannot control.

I love knowing plans will be made. But changes will come and interrupt that silly little firmly made plan. A passion will rest itself somewhere in my being. Hopefully, my heart. I want it to come, I want to know my drive. Right now, I'm just waiting to discover it.

They say: it's about the journey. NOT. the destination.

I suppose there's truth. What a cliche.

The journey.

What is the journey?

obstacles, reversals, barriers

What will my JOURNEY be. What of the CLIMAX......

Will I have a climax?

I suppose....

Who's to know but me.

I have no idea what I am saying.