my heart is a pulsating orb of bittersweet symphonies and memories reenacted all too often.

my head is a spinning whorl, a chaotic cacophony of indecision and contrasting conflict; a mindless object subject to the whims of the environment and the individuals.

you always yearn for something that you do not have, but sometimes even when you have it you regret having it, and always feel that the other option could be the better one. That's fickle-mindedness at its best, and we all give way to it at least once in our short lives. I say short because time just seems to have been flying past all too quickly recently, and its mind-boggling. But not everyone notices the things that I do. Not everyone cares as much as I do.

It's good though, to care that friggin' much; it makes for good motivation. Everytime you're going through some hellish torment and strain, it's a simple yet effective remedy to call up certain images or tell yourself certain untruths that serve to push you past those limits, although you know all too well that the 'reward' you tied to the end of a stick and held in front of your head as you trudged wearily through the ordeal is unlikely to materialize, because it doesn't depend solely on you. If it did, you'd have that carrot ages ago, all shiny eyes and raucous laughter.

absence makes the heart grow fonder - this statement is hardly true at all. Maybe it makes the heart bleed faster, that would ring with some truth, but then again, as with everything, it doesn't apply to everyone.

I cannot sate myself with just this meager dosage of you.