Fog

I have a knack of spreading myself too thin over everything and nothing, it's laughable sometimes.

Some days, I'll be on top of my game. I'll rather hide under my blanket, on the lesser days.

It seems like I have somehow lost sight of what I was fighting for, what I am fighting for.
To be different, to follow my dreams. But what are my dreams?

' Never forget your dream'

It's all foggy,odd and far away. I will get there.
I'll do it one by one. I am getting there, making through the fog. I will get there.

I will figure out where I want to be. And I will be there.