I’m filled with the drive to finish what I’ve started. I’ve been feeling like the things that I have failed to finish and accomplish are outnumbering those that I’ve finished. All joking of OCD aside, I often crave to use up and to finish things that are left scattered, left behind, and abandoned.

Turning a positive light on that means that I can see use in things that have been discarded.

Inside me, swirling, in the part that is me, this desire to finish and tie up loose ends is an animalistic hunger that will not take no for an answer.

And yet… I can still sit here, or in front of the television, and feel that the sloth is valid and true. It’s like the apathy surrounds the raging hunger, and the beast is suffocating.