a slow return
I used to be me.
A romantic. Sentimental. Sensual. Passionate. Well read. Philosophical. Moral. Intelligent. In love. Honorable. Patient. Caring. Diverse. Attentive. Hopeful.
I used to be me but I slipped on life's path.
Cynical. Angry. Hurt. Divided. Twisted. Flippant and uncaring. Vengeful. Immoral yet still Intelligent. Honorable. Well Read.
These days are full of awakenings. Since joining the hospital many old virtues are replacing new vices. Cynicism is slowly creeping from me to reveal the man I used to be. I'm starting to care these days, last night I even stayed up thinking of my old dreams to do a stint in the Peace Corps much as a friend's daughter is doing now.
I want to be the man I used to be, I want to be that way again. Many friends tell me I was just depressed by circumstance. Living at my mother's, loss of free will, a massive weight of college debt threatening to strangle me - whatever the case was I'm returning to who I used to be. As I unpack and go through more boxes I see more of who I was, how I was, what I was.
I'm getting comfortable in my skin again. I'm feeling proud of who I am again. I'm alive again.
It's an exceptional feeling.
A romantic. Sentimental. Sensual. Passionate. Well read. Philosophical. Moral. Intelligent. In love. Honorable. Patient. Caring. Diverse. Attentive. Hopeful.
I used to be me but I slipped on life's path.
Cynical. Angry. Hurt. Divided. Twisted. Flippant and uncaring. Vengeful. Immoral yet still Intelligent. Honorable. Well Read.
These days are full of awakenings. Since joining the hospital many old virtues are replacing new vices. Cynicism is slowly creeping from me to reveal the man I used to be. I'm starting to care these days, last night I even stayed up thinking of my old dreams to do a stint in the Peace Corps much as a friend's daughter is doing now.
I want to be the man I used to be, I want to be that way again. Many friends tell me I was just depressed by circumstance. Living at my mother's, loss of free will, a massive weight of college debt threatening to strangle me - whatever the case was I'm returning to who I used to be. As I unpack and go through more boxes I see more of who I was, how I was, what I was.
I'm getting comfortable in my skin again. I'm feeling proud of who I am again. I'm alive again.
It's an exceptional feeling.