i stopped a few days ago, i don't want to think about how long ago. i feel so much. sometimes i feel so great, elated. sometimes i feel so down. everything is always so extreme. i think i might be bipolar? maybe it's a product of my circumstances. whatever this is, it's fucking exhausting. i can think my way out of it, it's really a challenge.

where am i at and what do i want?

i find myself daydreaming about running away.

when i've fled, i imagine i've cut my hair, my nails are white.

i am going to the school of my dreams and am paying it off through some kind of fellowship.

i am neither one or the other.

i can approach either freely, without fear of being judged.

i run and play with people that i respect.

i live in a place of my own and i keep to myself.

i have a cat and a dog, they're pals.

i am light, i float.

i can finally be me, the storm in me has passed.

my work is being read and i have people that can help me improve my skills.

i run through the city, i have no need for a treadmill.

i feel safe, secure, strong enough to speak up.

words come to me, i do not struggle out of fear.

i have let go of the pain, i'm no longer imploding.