Overstimulated, Confused & Extremly Lucid

 There is so much. It’s all unfinished. My fingers flip through the blank pages curiously. I don’t know whether to water the flower that died or to try and grow another. What's odd is that when I see my reflection I recognize myself more than ever. For that split second, I'm so self-assured yet I go about my day feeling like I'm playing tug o war alone. But lately, it's almost like I've relapsed. I did something I haven't done in a while and it brought back a part of myself I haven't seen in forever. I need another hit.