It's bad if you do or take things excessively. So do it in moderation.

Now, consider this, young one. So many wisdom of which you partake in this world of mixed and mismatched. The perception of one you might consider of using into molding your life as it is, however it may be wrong.

Of romance and sweetened bittersweet, of which you yearn and crave. Dark, strong, and yielding. Layers and layers and layers of everything that has been a distraction and constricting for progress.

May it or may it be not the future.

Nay.

When I wake up, I forget.

I forget how life was for me the day before.

And I had to remind myself over and over:

"He's there, he's there. Watch out."

And then I'll become dull once more.

Maybe it's for the best.

Maybe I'm just too tired and worn-out.

Maybe, just maybe, it would be better--

if I go out and think. Then I won't have to remind myself,

That she was there. Waiting. Just... waiting.

I would like to feed you my brain.