Sun's finally out. But we're never satisfied. Obsessions threatening to undermine our sanity. Heavy eyelids, another tired morning. I long for peace but it's nothing but a word. My reflection in the mirror laughs at me. It is a very cynical ill-intended laugh. I smile back.

Who said chaos is unproductive?
It inspires, consumes and transforms you.

Hey, nothing making sense again. I love this feeling of creative desperation, confusion reigns but we embrace it, dangerous worlds await to be explored. Eternally caught between two extremes; to spend your whole life in control of actions, thoughts and emotions,or to let it all go, risk everything you have or think you do just for one fleeting moment of sparkling fulfilling madness.

I haven't decided yet.