It's kinda funny how, even if you don't pay much attention, life carries on.
_{"We live on front porches and swing life away."}
Sort of like a dance, I guess. If you miss the steps you just have to move on with the next ones and hope that the people who did notice that you were off are forgiving.

I realized I don't really go to sleep at night.
_{"If strength is born from heartbreak, then mountains I could move."}
I think I waste the time away in state of flux.
Not thinking, so I'm not accomplishing any sort of understanding,
_{"If walls could speak, I'd play that they could tell me what to do."}
But not resting, so I'm not spending my time like I should be.
It feels like my brain is overclocked. Tick tick tick.
_{"The drones all slave away, they're working over time."}
And just like hardware that's been overclocked:
xThis failure may be continuous
(the system never works at the higher frequency)
xIt could be intermittant
(it fails more often but works some of the time)
xOr, in the worst case, Irreversible
(Like a component that is damaged by overheating).
_{"Failed attempts at living simple lives, simple lives."}

I'm so moody now. One minute I'm screaming at you and the next I'll be crying for a simple hug. I'm going from one extreme to the other seemingly all the time.
_{"All my fears, my insecurities- they're falling like tears."}
I'm worried I'm hurting people because of this. I just finished biting my nails down to their quik after working so hard for the past few weeks to grow them out.
_{"And if you see me please just walk on by, walk on by."}

I should take this to an artistic release of some sort, but I just can't. I can't do something fast enough. My lineart isn't smooth anymore. My hands shake, my whole body trembles and nothing is produced. I'm trying to reproduce some of my old pieces, that I feel I could improve.
_{"No signs of life here, save the embers, the occasional flame."}

I'm trying to get out at least once a week now. My eczema had gotten bad on my hands, they bleed sometimes. I cut about four inches off of my hair recently- it feels lighter. I think I'm finally starting to gain some weight again. Am I doing this right? I always feel so weak now, maybe I'm not meant to get better. Is it time for a change? Ether Saga has been my escape. I can't remember why I started typing this.
_{"Shout confessions from the greatest heights where no one can hear."}

The sun is rising again. Time to feign some sleep before another day consumes me.