What does my life look like right now?
Boisterous theme songs to start the day; melancholy bedroom pop alone at under the moon.
Solitude in the fog brings peace; laughter in the house brings joy.
Overwhelm begets fear; hard work begets relief - but working too hard simply backfires thricefold.
Rest is harder than any work.
No good at this balancing act, but I keep getting back on the tightrope.
Even worse at consistency, but I keep coming back anyway; not for a lack of shame, but for the sake of knowing my thoughts.
For the sake of preserving them, however trite they may be.
Not an original thought in my head, but that's fine. Lately I'd rather be seen than be groundbreaking.