It's a Habit

I tend to always do this. Tend to always look back while standing still. I haven't written in here in a while. But my posts used to always go like this. Like...this world is crazy. Time is the enemy. I miss who I used to be. What happened to me? Where's the fun? I wish there was something that I could do for the present me to put my mind at peace. But my mind is hacked with all the images of my nightmares, and the reality of the world.

Is it just me or is this world going all sorts of whacked out? I would love to save it. I would love to protect everyone who doesn't know they are in danger. I would love to punish those who pose a threat.

In this mess of my mind it goes around in circles. Always thinking the same things. Wondering about the same mysteries.