Yeah, so sue me, I just read The Unbearable Lightness of Being a few days ago. The question that colors my every move is whether or not I would like to live this life in weight or lightness. Now, it would be terrific to have a piece of lightness because I really feel bogged down by the world. There are devils prancing about in my head, and it honestly feels like shit. If I just had witnessed the world in continuous glitter, I would have regarded Manapla as my mecca. I do not feel home in any aspect of my life right now, and that itch is working itself up to my subconscious. Thanks, thanks for the instability, the enigma, the I-can't-seem-to-get-my-hands-on-you, the time constraint, thanks thanks thanks can I please let go now?