and now time to get back to work time to go go go and be so good im a superstar at work and then i crawl back to my lair of gross. why am i not showering why is showering so hard noone knows thats happneing cause noone is here to see i dont think i smell but it still lives in my head my crowded head where there isnt enough room for me.... Oh wait. Me? I know you. You're silly and grateful. You marvel at almost everything you see. Somehow you maintained childlike wonder through all this? The inside of me is colorful and excentric. Patterns, colors and textures swirling around and landing a perfect flow. I dream of her. Shes so bright. People tell me that I am her but why cant I see her? Whats wrong with my reflection? Everyone else sees bright lights and bubbles. Someone reliable and helpful and happy. I live with me. I am unintentionally fighting that beautiful fun woman. I am drowning her in todos. In how to be this and how to be that. Where is she hiding. Or where am I hiding her?