I'll work until I'm no longer able walk until I'm no longer able Speak this written language I've come to trust more than memory. keep secrets I've long forgotten, including my own. and mama, I've got so many. make mountains out of mohills, see I already know balance doesn't exist - and how irrational it is to search for it. --I stay up late, later than what you think late is, later than that, motherfucker. next day carry out the impossible, surviving on just caffeine and sugary treats. blame my headache on the drop in barometric pressure I tell people when they ask, I'm delicate like that. except that I'm not. All I really ever aim for is freedom, to be set free. from my first breath, I've only belonged to myself.... until my last, I'll only belong to you.. until then, expect this: snickering toile crying hard misbehaving smoking planning dreaming watching trees missing the ocean misreading gestures, until I