contentment is passé
i sometimes wonder if i know how good i have it even when i don't think so. i guess i can be blind to my surroundings or greedy in wanting more but that's the nature of things at times. the want, the need... hoping for a little piece.
work has been... work. it seems that's all i focus on these days and it's driving me nuts. i know that if i ever won the lottery i'd pay everyone's debts, settle up tabs and just disappear. i'd send random postcards or photos but no fixed address. it'll be an illusion like the gnome in Amelie.
in the end i think i just need to get away - find some breathing room. even with all this air... it seems like i'm drowning.
i am no longer content in my ways. are you?