there once was

i don't think i have fully realised for myself that the time is now. for way too long i have merely been scurrying to meet deadlines upon deadlines; pulling myself above the waters to gasp for thin air. it is a luxury to have time in my hands now, perhaps a bit too luxurious to even acknowledge, but i have to know it is true. and that also means that it is finally time to solidify daydreams and ideas into something concrete. i find it funny how the less busy i get the more busy i think i am, and the less inspired i become... 2015 i am coming for you like failing is impossible, because what's the worst that could happen with trying what i've been wanting to try for so long?