Creepin' and crawling through daily life. There's a lack of direction and there's fear, and yet that strange excitement for the future which never goes away. It taunts me with my potential while my apprehension holds me back.
I've been making some good stuff and always trying to make it better. Sometimes it feels like I'm clawing upward toward nothing, and sometimes it feels like I'll someday reach some type of dream. I don't depend on either option to be true- I just keep going because there's nowhere else to go.