Sometimes I feel like the whole world is an anchor attached to my ankles, but then I can feel so full of potential, so kinetic, that my lungs are going to burst. I have days when my mood never swings, and then I have weeks where death is a constant companion on my shoulder reminding me of the oblivion that we all face. I’d like to think that I live my life in extremes; passionate and frenzied, but I am selfish and meek.












