BLAH

I always go through these phases. Phases of inspiration, phases of idleness, phases of confusion, phases of frustration, phases of phases, through phases, around phases, into phases, out of phases, back to phases, learning from phases, forgetting about phases, wishing I was in a different phase, and then wishing there were no phases at all.

It's like I'm in a constant state of transition. A state of limbo between this and that, here and there, present and past, thoughts and reality, dreams and wakefulness, me and you. It makes sense, I guess, because I am just a blob of cells that are shifting and dividing and shedding and mutating until I've become someone else. Or until I've become myself. Growth. Decay. Growth. Decay.

I am so confused.