Feeling overwhelmed with ideas, weighed down by a lack of execution. I’m moving at a snails pace, and I guess that’s okay, ’cause I’m not in a race… <\/p>\n\n\n\n
or am I? <\/p>\n\n\n\n
A race against myself? A race against time? A race against a window of opportunity closing, exposing me to what could have been but will never be? <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I’ll see. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
But right now I’m feeling overwhelmed with ideas, weighed down from no direction, causing introspection, that too knows not where to go. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
And so…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I’m left scratching my temple. It could all be so simple, but I’d rather make it hard. Loving me is like a battle, but I’m fucking worth the scars. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Just sittin’ here feelin’ what I feel, stealin’ verses from Lauren Hill <\/p>\n\n\n\n
because right now that’s easier than writing. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Feeling overwhelmed with ideas, weighed down by a lack of execution. I’m moving at a snails pace, and I guess that’s okay, ’cause I’m not in a race… or am I? A race against myself? A race against time? A…<\/p>\n