(no subject)
each time i return to a place where things are the same... when i am "grounded" for a moment from whatever adventure i am chasing.... in sets this feeling of.. a lack of self worth. no motivation. no drive.
everything settles back into its place-
each adventure is a stir on the handle of my life.
everything goes flying, swirls around me like i was in a stupid radiohead song.
some epic new something, some new way to look at things
but as i return
they all float gracefully back to
exactly where they were
landing delicatly.
and its this stale realization
that everything could have changed inside of me
but when i return,
these stupid THINGS are exactly where i found them.
things or not
i am undeniably influenced by my environment.
just a little dead end feeling.
that's all.
everything settles back into its place-
each adventure is a stir on the handle of my life.
everything goes flying, swirls around me like i was in a stupid radiohead song.
some epic new something, some new way to look at things
but as i return
they all float gracefully back to
exactly where they were
landing delicatly.
and its this stale realization
that everything could have changed inside of me
but when i return,
these stupid THINGS are exactly where i found them.
things or not
i am undeniably influenced by my environment.
just a little dead end feeling.
that's all.