reflections&thoughts

because its just me and that glass of blissful depressant.
in which i watch my sorrow and woes swirling;
like magical mists morphing;

- but no, really thats not me.

maybe the endorphins are wearing off or maybe i've been having too much of a good thing.
but maybe also, my current limited satisfaction is also because church is back in SA.
either way, my sleep account is quickly chalking up a huge debt.
time to sleep some of it off today.
i miss lying in bed, anticipating the day and its adventures and the people.
i miss being well-rested, and easily encouraged by the daily bump-ins.
do i make sense when i say i'm happy and when i say im fed up with the status quo?
when i say i would love to travel, but when i want to settle down in 1 place?
and i wonder if, maybe, i am really how i think i portray myself?

are we really all that our reflections show us to be?