Like Crack, only not.

My writing has become an addiction. The only way to stop the thoughts swarming around in my brain. The only way to quiet the forces taking over my mind.

When I'm not writing, I'm thinking about writing--which words to use, thoughts to convey, feelings to hide, emotions to show. I feel like they're on my sleeve. To see me, you'd be able to look into my eyes and know what I'm feeling. It's keeping me up at night, waking me in the morning.

It's the nagging feeling, that whatever it is, must be powerful enough to have taken over.
Whatever I'm trying to reach, question, solve, find...must be important.

Here's hoping that I'm getting closer to something. That it is an answer I'm looking for. I could just be searching. That whole, the journey is the destination.