"What a terrible mistake to let go of something wonderful for something real."

Who's body is this that I have acquired? I don't recognize these fingertips. I need to do anything somewhat recognizable so I can seperate soul and body. My greatest fear is succombing to the norm. What is expected of me and what is expected of this body are two entirely different things. What if I can't insert my limited knowledge where need be. I wonder what I should do in the meantime, the kill time, the joyride. Like clockwork my brain is in constant rotation, always clicking at the most unsanitary of times. I realize none of these adjectives will connect for you and that's a risk I am willing to take for the sake of saving my own sanity. I never claimed to be elquent with words, nor grammer. A balancing act is just enough.