Stranded

I'm back, it seems, and it must be true because I wrote as much in my other blog. So why am I feeling ship wrecked again? Days of enegetic planning, days when I know I can do anything, are followed by days when I can barely keep awake for more than a couple of hours. Days when tears come from no where to silently overflow for the most flimsy of reasons.

Lost. Stranded. Transparent.