Scrambled?..

So many things I want to write about..

but when I try to put them down, the words are coming out all wrong, scrambled, twisted and meaningless, thought they had manifested themselves in my head fairly clearly just a minute ago.

Either the language has grown tired of me, or I'm turning into such a disoriented and confused fool.

I wish there was a way to save the thoughts I'm having while swimming, walking, sleeping. I wish there was some kind of tool, a save button. It would have made this task that much easier.

Then again, where would be the fun in that?...

Haunted

Flood, washing all sense away.

Thoughts in a snarl. Emotions in an uproar.

Haunted by the non-existence of a ghost. Who’s there? Me, only me.

Staring. At nothing in particular, seeing everything, perhaps for the first time.

Caught in that whirl, you thought you wouldn’t be able to swim, but you can, you can.

It’s surprising what you can easily do once you give it a try.

Counting down. Three, two, one. Ha, I’m airborne.

What caused this? There’s no cause, no reason.

No, no, there’s always a reason. If only you admit to it.

The change you sought is here.

Three, two, one. Here goes nothing…

(that’ll teach me to listen to Trevor Morris at midnight)

Artistic

Because I can't help it.

Because I just have to.

Because it's the only way I can ever be.

Yes!

Change everything I am
And everything I ever was

My number has been called


Best, I've got to be the best
I've got to change the world
And use this chance to be heard

My time is now...