All to see it with my eyes. Eleven books and four countries. Unintentionally growing thinner with an incessant need to create. A manic obsession with visual imagery. Nothing is ever enough.

The only way I can stop the high is to enter into a state of gratitude. Otherwise, I drown in an perpetual need to be more. I have a friend who says, "as you are, you are enough."

Maybe I'm just too young to believe that. Naively pursuing the world and all it's pleasures. New tastes, clothing, cameras, viewpoints. Who is this wild beast I've created in my mind. Obsessed with information and progression.

She's a go-getter. Can't do most things worth a damn but she tries. The only thing that's ever come natural to her is sport. She runs like her life depends on it. Perhaps she took that skill and wove it into everything she did.

Manic. Fast. The world is on fire.