Must sleep...

Did you every try to take a step back, and look at yourself endlessly from the outside? What happened? Did you fall? Did you cry? Did you do nothing at all?

I fall, sometimes, crash, with my passions just pouring out of me. It's an addiction, expression is. It is one of my many, many, passions. My life, my love, my anger, my tears, my smiles, my paintings, writings, drawings...all of it. It is all my expression. My clothing, even. it is all wound up...

I think I'll take care of that sleeping thing, and update after I have had some rest.