Being left all alone with only your irrational worries and fears can be terrifying. It would make you want to tear the hair from your head if you weren't too worried about plucking one of the gray ones you pretend not to see every morning. Losses. Regrets. Failures. Monstrosities. The things that make up this undefinable thing called life. Unfulfilled and unappreciated. The curse our generation bears.
Ten years ago long and sleepless nights were filled with dark desires and idealistic ambitions. Now I look back at actual actions. Some disturbing, others disappointing, all very distant now.
As I move onwards to the next chapter I can't help but wonder if the ship will ever sail straight. Or if I'll ever have a good night's sleep.
Image taken from here: http://www.artsjournal.com/aboutlastnight/2012/04/tt_lookback_7.html