Chloe Harwood

I wish things made a little more sense,just a little. Everything i do and say is a contradiction…because my mind is constantly changing and switching, the cog whirring round and round all the time, but never reaching an ultimate concrete goal or definite idea. Does that make sense? It’s like i’m waiting for the day to come when all the pieces just slot into place and i finally realise what it is i want from life, but i feel as though i’ve always been…almost in a panic, trying to grab everything all at once but never quite finishing what i began. And so i am left with an accumulation of unfinished tasks and unfulfilled desires, yet already looking ahead to the next task. I wish i could slow down, maybe i can. Maybe it really is just that simple. But i think i could spend days,weeks,months trying to figure out myself…and it’d never happen. I seem to have more success learning things about myself through natural process rather than artificial soul-searching. I wish i had a little idea of what the future holds.