I dip in and out of distortion fields on a daily basis. Some days I feel as if I’m the happiest and luckiest person in the whole world. Other days I somehow trip and find myself falling into a pit where only my darkest thoughts go. I weave in and out of these zones, pushing up to see the light of day, and pulling in to feel the warmth of despair. Occasionally, I find myself wandering the valleys of nostalgia, laced with melancholy, and I see my past selves stumble their way through tribulations and triumphs. I try to call out to them, and tell them everything will be okay. But I’m never sure if anything’s okay.

Also, I live too much in my head.