There are days when you make me few like there is nothing separating heaven and earth... that everything is possible.. that the world is on the end of a string, tied around my finger. There was so much that I could do with life itself and living was in life itself.

Then there are also days when it feels like I got hit by a bus, rolled under a bulldozer, drowned in the big blue ocean...spiraled down under to emerge on the other side of the globe. There would be no where else that I would rather be... than curled up in bed nursing my shattered soul.

Two extremes of the same spectrum... both in your control.