I have so much to write about. So many thoughts in my head. So much pain that steals my sleep at night and happiness that makes sure to find it's way to me during the days. I could go on for hours writing, finding new words of description, and listing all the ways I feel somehow all at once. But I'm tired. I am so exceedingly tired and I can not say it only lies mentally for my body has taken its toll just as well. I'd like to describe what I feel but this pen is so heavy and to try to put these thoughts in my mind together is impossible when they no longer make sense. Being inside my head is like being in Daedalus's labyrinth, and when I think I know where I stand these walls turn on me leaving me guessing who I even am.
