Blank.

"Tell me what it's like
To be the last one standing
And teach me wrong from right
And I'll show you what I can be
And say it for me
Say it to me
I'll leave this life behind me
Say it if it's worth savin' me..."

Everyone comes to a stage in their lives of a distorted sense of disconnect.
Like we're watching our own lives through a window in a glass tower.

It's not an unpleasant feeling, but it's not great.

Emotions are in turmoil and mood swings are sudden as they are violent.

Everyday I wake up with the awareness of a big black cloud somewhere in the sky, except that I don’t know when the hell it’s going to rain and make way for clear skies and some sunshine.

I hate uncertainty.

It’s one of the main reasons I’m so afraid of the dark. I can never know what’s lurking behind that shroud of black, and that scares me.

Not knowing things frightens me.

So ideally I should be deathly scared right now.

And yet again I’m not. Apprehensive, yes. Indignant – very much so.

Scared? No, not really.

Life is such a puzzle.

[Confessions of a twisted mind: And you thought you’d seen everything.]