I struggle to understand how I sometimes see things differently to others. The one instant everything looks familiar and the next everything is estranged to me and I get very uncomfortable. I find myself relating to people and characters that I have no connection to, yet so much between us draws us together. I'm not even sure why I get so emotional. I would burst out screaming to attempt to just exhale the feelings, bring out the tears and slide out of the weight and responsibilities that I seem to hold.

I should probably not be allowed to think too much. Maybe a resolution for the year to come. Maybe a realization of the meaning to my thoughts. I step back and wait, they are too powerful to drift in them without a purpose. To be honest I don't even want to burden anyone with them, so I write it on the Internet, where all things go in the end...


Anyway, a period of my childhood saw it's final closure today. I wish that a door would open soon to fill the gap with some light, any light. I hope for a brighter few months to come, I honestly need it.