In order to write I have to feel something, something that devastatingly devours my whole mind to the point where words are my only means of communication. In life I have to feel multiple things at once to believe I’m actually living, because sometimes I know I exist but how am I supposed to know that I am truly alive? And if these feelings aren’t naturally being aroused with in me, I go out in search of catalysts because I can’t just sit here undisturbed. Maybe I’m addicted to feeling, so much so that it becomes a destructive thought process. And what if only feeling one thing can’t just be fine? I need more.