Nothing Ever Changes

Surprise, surprise, I'm not sleeping well. Maybe it's the secret stress I'm holding in or maybe it's too many late nights in a row. Maybe it's the dreams I'm having that are so real I awake to not knowing what has happened and what I've only imagined. Maybe it's the fact that time is flying by and I'm not finding time for enough goodbyes. I'm not sure but I'm tired and grouchy and confused. If I had a style, it would be so cramped right about now.

Walking a Dangerous Line

Thin ice, that blurred border between what is truth and what is honest. Because, somehow, they are not the same.