I want to write. I long to get lost in the world of words and phrases. I have so much to say, but I have nowhere to begin. My mind is a mass of confusion. My thoughts tangle and disperse. My feelings diffuse through my body like a slow moving adrenaline; an invigorating molasses. I am caught inside my head, and I can see no way out. These desires startle me; I cannot make sense of them. Am I crazed? Or just human? At times, all I can do is remember. Yet, at other times, it's as though I'll never remember again. I've lost all logic. I've found truth within the lies. I'm removing myself from mind games and heart games; from games all together. I am living in a world where things are what they are. Words are words, and nothing more. Simultaneously, words are everything. Words are feelings. Words are expressions. Words are revelations. Words are everything if you mean them. Otherwise, words are just lies. If only it were that easy to decipher. Maybe it is. I would like to believe so. I feel as though I'm learning this; slowly but surely. I'm also being exposed to real words. Words with meaning. Words with truth. I am hesitant, but I am willing. I am terrified, but I am careless. I am becoming.