there are times

when i feel as if i can do anything. meet anyone. be anyone. like the world is just waiting for me to start my journey, and really that's all i have to do. just go out, and the doors will open, and i'll magically be able to find my way. like i can actually go wherever i want, and not be scared of my shadow. and then there are times when i feel like, i'm absolutely insane to even contemplate the idea. because honestly, i'm nothing. nothing at all, and the only thing waiting for me is opposition and heartache. but then there are moments where i feel as if i'm invincible and it doesn't matter if i face the untimely death of my heart, because it's already broken. what are a few scratches as compared to the dislocated vapid entity it is now? and then there are times that long for the other half of me to come and journey with me. but then those other moments remind me that i'm just a silly little girl in her living room with a huge desire to be something great, and no passion for living at all. and all of these moments seem to fight each other to the death with their huge raptor claws screaming at one another, making bounds for the others throats.