rough and unsteadied.

i am at a stand still, dangerously. i've said that i don't deal well with stopping, i don't like waiting. work is stable, gym is stable, but on the whole, these things mean very little.

sometimes i just don't understand people. i am very quick to be myself, so i guess that can be off-putting, in the day and age where... yeah. i don't really know. i'm finding it really hard to write again, or put it to page. i have all these surging thoughts, some really brilliant things i would like to share. it's just incredibly tough to show that... they are recorded, and removed.

i am just really excited for my day off work tomorrow, but it shall come, and then i won't, and i will just go to gym until i feel calm. the one true thing... i have to keep in secrets, for now. i guess all we can ever hope for, is that one chance. with everything we do and encounter, it's the singular idea: we just need one chance. to shine, to show, to be.

i am going to be working on a new project... i really want to hear from the world. i believe you have great things to feel, and words to put to the sky, soon.