It’s strange that for long periods I’m so full of hormones I can’t think straight. For a short time the mist clears but then resumes again so quickly. I’m upset, tearful, angry, anxious, emotional for lots of my life. Greek actually makes sense for those few precious sunny days where I seek people out as I understand the world. Too quickly that understanding disperses like the ethereal magic it is. It’s all too fleeting my grasp of the world. The rest of the time I’m stuck in Day dream land being a rather boring person who has nothing to talk about as I don’t actually wish to associate with people. What it is to live a life waiting for those few moments where the world is translated but being oh so sad when they have passed but yet again you couldn’t take full advantage of them because money, work etc.