My mind is completely warped, as if Escher had designed it himself. My thoughts are growing wild, like a field of red flowers, and i plan on harvesting such beautiful bouquets. My eyes are open wide, but my intentions are blurry. I am off center as i walk on these stilts, which have made my feet numb. My actions have grown bolder and i have forgotten my journey. I feel as if i am acting through life, and i find myself at the beginning of my quest to find importance in my life and the whereabouts of my soul. Or just maybe, this is the power of my horrible soul to mislead me. Perhaps i was meant to start this all over. Perhaps i have gone down the wrong path. I shall lie among these perfect red petals, and i will find my balance and feel my feet again. Tomorrow i shall begin with my silence, so i may observe my surroundings and get a feel for which direction to go. I will find the importance in my life. Maybe i am searching for my importance in others. Perhaps i am more lost than i thought.