And so... And so.
How does what I say mesh with what I do and who I am? And really, who am I? I can claim to be all kinds of things and believe wholeheartedly that that's who I am, but how does that really become who I am?
Philosophical musings late at night after a conversation with Laura that I'm too tired to complete. Half-formed thoughts in my head that I can't quite wrap my mind around enough to make them fully-formed. Saddened, excited, apprehensive, remorseful, reminiscent... all at once. Everything jumbled together in a mish-mash of emotions and thoughts.
I don't have any reason to be feeling like this anymore. It's been an uneventful few days; a boring couple of days with really nothing new happening, and yet... and yet.
Onwards we trudge. Sometimes skipping, laughing, frolicking. Sometimes heads hung low, taking all the effort expendable to place one foot in front of the other. Yet onwards we go.
infinite || abyss