Today will be different. Tomorrow will be better.
So I'm taking some time off school to recalibrate my goals and expectations and just to take a dip in the real world for a minute. I'm broke. I'm powerless. I'm at ground zero and have no idea where to next.
In this time off I hope to find my artistic nerve again and thus my soul. It's been tucked away in text books under the influence of absorption for too long. I don't feel like a creative force anymore, just a drone. I miss playing piano and guitar into the wee hours of the morning. I miss pushing out all thoughts and drawing/painting in my purest form. maybe this time something will turn out good because I will have the time to make it. I will have the time to write about it.
I'm going wild and savage again because civilization is a sickness. After my dark night of the soul I won't come back unrecognizeable, only amplified.
In this time off I will keep up with my studies, maybe even CLEP a few things. I'm applying to a few internships that should sweep me away from this place for a little while. After that, my PACT will be close to running out, if not already due to bankruptcy. If that's the case I'm entering into indentured servitude of a kind- military. Josh is afraid I will lose my "Laurenness" and in my opinion, my humanity. Yes, I will probably be a hardened lump somewhat resembling my previous self- but whatever happens, it is neccessary.
Time is not of the essence. What's the rush?
Life is the rush...
In this time off I hope to find my artistic nerve again and thus my soul. It's been tucked away in text books under the influence of absorption for too long. I don't feel like a creative force anymore, just a drone. I miss playing piano and guitar into the wee hours of the morning. I miss pushing out all thoughts and drawing/painting in my purest form. maybe this time something will turn out good because I will have the time to make it. I will have the time to write about it.
I'm going wild and savage again because civilization is a sickness. After my dark night of the soul I won't come back unrecognizeable, only amplified.
In this time off I will keep up with my studies, maybe even CLEP a few things. I'm applying to a few internships that should sweep me away from this place for a little while. After that, my PACT will be close to running out, if not already due to bankruptcy. If that's the case I'm entering into indentured servitude of a kind- military. Josh is afraid I will lose my "Laurenness" and in my opinion, my humanity. Yes, I will probably be a hardened lump somewhat resembling my previous self- but whatever happens, it is neccessary.
Time is not of the essence. What's the rush?
Life is the rush...