Aug 15, 2005 09:21
I find myself here again, my journal my diary, an everlong look into the thoughts that I desperately try to hide.
I'm what some might call a bit melancholy. I'm not creative today. I haven't been creative in a month. Something here is missing from me. I had a glimpse of knowing what I wanted, and I think I've done my best to ruin it all. I feel lost in this vast city, a dot on the satellite, a blip. I'm just an empty cage. Don't get me wrong, tomorrow, I'll be fine, forgetting I ever felt this way, until I feel it again. I'm ignoring all that I've been taught.
When you gonna make up your mind?
When you gonna love you as much as I do?
When you gonna make up your mind?
Cause things are gonna change so fast.
I'm not even an attempt at the person I want to be. Not this week. I've recently discovered what is really sacred to me. It shouldn't have taken me to 30 to discover this. Really. When will I be me? a question I find in so many of my own writings, and wonder who that is, and how will I know. I mean, if I'm not me at 30, I need to find out if that's really who I should be.