Feeling alive, feeling good

Never sure when the truth won't do, I'm pretty good on a lonely night

I move on the way a storm blows through.. never stay but then again I might

Struggle sometimes to find the words, always sure until I doubt

walk a line until it blurs, build walls too high to climb out

But I'm honest to a fault, it's just who I am..

Wow, what a crazy two weeks.

I'm finally starting to feel alive again, but ironically it's because of how tired I've ended up being after these last few weeks. It's strange when you can say you miss getting through the day on little sleep, is it not? But that's how I've always operated at my best. Having a lot on my mind, feeling the pressure of so many things to do in a short period of time, and doing whatever I want to with no regard for time, the need to rest for the next task, or the need to rest to survive.

I used to be such an emotional person. I would put so much stock into everything I did. It's a strange concept to some when they see how I am quite the opposite these days. There's hardly any emotion to anything I do. Most ask the typical questions, and I simply shrug my shoulders and give a nonchalant answer. I live pretty laid back. I get done what needs done, I do what I do in the night life, and I live to out-do myself from the night before. It is this self-reflection that I hope to be able to write more about in the coming months.

An old tv personality used to shout into a microphone, "the only thing that's for sure, is that nothing's for sure." I do know one thing though- that right now, I love my life. As for the many interchangeable variables that I encounter here and there, that's just what they are. A part of my life that is destined to come and go. It's how I stay on top of things, how I keep sharp and continue to keep things feeling fresh. Honestly at this point in my life, I don't see how I could ever change or give that up.