#gray line

--Just a random bit I wrote last night, I didn’t do any editing, and was tired, so thank you for overlooking any errors! Inspired while watching the show Bones [continue below to read]--

Paul Lorenz

I have so much to say, so much to dwell on, yet no plausible way of explaining it. 

I never have. It’s just always too much all at once, or just simply, nothing at all.

There is no middle ground within me. I just wasn’t born with one. Perhaps, it just didn’t form properly, or I crushed it in the womb?

Those grey lines that have confused anyone and everyone, made you feel as though you were wandering on that very distinct line, have never occurred to me. It’s just one or the other. 

What is an in between? Do you have the time to explain it to me?

It’s all or nothing, in absolutely every single circumstance. Every single exchange. Every single chance. Every single hope or ambition. Every single action. Every single word. Each and every last thought. 

and it’s fucking exhausting. 

How easy it would be to type into that google search and get all of the answers my insomnia needs to know. Dies to know. Craves to know.

“WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING WRONG?”

“WHY THE FUCK AM I LIKE THIS?”