dum di dum
So now im back at the house. Debating on this trek. Looking for a reason to go up when all I really want to be is down. I miss paintings. I miss my light. Im pretty scared. I feel myself changing. Reactions differing. Can't decide where things go or even where they are. The more I try the more I seem to fail. The down time I have I spend trying to clear my head. Its not really lonliess its contemplation. Everything feels so jumbled yet the goal seems so evident. So prominent right there. I feel held back. I feel lost in a spiral of time. Waking up each day to find a closed door. Why can't I take hold of my ideas? Why won't you let me? There seems to be a consciousness within a consciousness. Perception within a perception. Trivial versus vital in a moment in a time. My reality.
I kind of want to run across a field right now in a flowing dress with my bare feet. Taking in the sweet smell of the air and sensation of the cool breeze. As I fall into the grass the sun warms my face and I close my eyes, listening to every meger sound.
I kind of want to run across a field right now in a flowing dress with my bare feet. Taking in the sweet smell of the air and sensation of the cool breeze. As I fall into the grass the sun warms my face and I close my eyes, listening to every meger sound.