Not again, no, not now..
I feel a desperation bordering on insanity. I need to leave my mark on the world. I need to let people see my flame before it burns out. I need it like I need to breathe, or to eat. The feeling spreads from my chest, to my shoulders, to my hands and my face. I need, I need, I need.
To see the world and have it see me. To not be forgotten. Is that not what everyone wishes for? And yet, in my own head, it reminds me of the ocean. Constant waves of an anxious tide, pulling me towards something I cannot dream of.
What am I meant to do? Why do I feel like this? I have so much to do and not enough time to do it all. I feel as though I will never have time to do it all.