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 The problem with being a dreamer is that you have too many things you want to do. Whether you really want to do them is one question, the other is if you can. It's been a whirlwind week. I haven't been here, I know. I've started this entry several times now and, I can't seem to finish it. The words just aren't coming to me. All I can say right now is that I feel free, alive, empty, sad, and displaced all at once. I think I just want something to hang on to, something to have, anything. A large part of me can't sit still and wants to do everything. This stillness isn't as settling as I want it to be; it's terribly unsettling, actually. But I don't know where to start. That's the problem with being a dreamer. |