It will be finding the balance. Leaving behind everything I’ve put up with. Lonely? Always, but I’m too sick to my stomach with this excitement to notice anymore. At this point I’m left with only the hope that this is right. I want it to be. I need inspiration. How do I execute the strangeness of it all? I’ll search for perfection as always and end up with a beautifully creepy mess. Deadpan.