Awakening

My mind decided to wake up this week. I love and despise it when that happens. I love it because I get new ideas for everything. I want to build and create and write like it's all going out of style. I see everything from a new point of view, which is also why i despise it. I start questioning everything. Things I was absolutely sure of crumble into pathetic attempts to live. usually it takes the ""right"" person to wake me up, but I still haven't found the cause yet. It's like a robin on my windowsill that flew away before I could wake up enough to see it. Either way, I'm back in the game. No more sleepy sliding for a while, at least not until I find my robin. Hopefully I'm successful before winter hits...