Always be a first-rate version of yourself, instead of a second-rate version of somebody else.
~Judy Garland
My mind is a paradox of lost pathways. Thoughts disintegrate into portals of imagination. Imagination is intelligence having fun. Perhaps it’s just the delusional walk of my life suffering from the lack of empathy I provide to myself. Existing on a mere 2-3hrs sleep a night. Last night was less. I am controlled by the sways of others requests. There is not enough seconds of reality in my world. If I could stay awake forever I would get much more done. Instead on my night of rest I palpably waste the grains of darkness in the comfort of similar creatures. The ramblings of voices, visions of opinions and the sultry lustre of eyes shaking, struggling to stay focused and alive. Sleep creeps up and is snatched just as quick. I try in vain to savour the taste of relaxation, the energy gained thus used in the remembrance of kindred hope.
