Sep 21, 2009 12:41
This happens every autumn since I've thought to remember.
I want to move everyone I care for and myself to somewhere better. I've taken for granted and forgotten how to appreciate a lot of things here and now the well's all dried up. I want to make good somewhere where I can feel part of something without judgment. It isn't so much that "Westminster's the worst" or any of those things I used to say when I couldn't handle my life here. It's just that there's no closure here like I'd once asked for and there's joy to find in things elsewhere. I want to refresh a friend's hope and have a friend refresh mine. I've been trying to get a job, but I'm so terrified to work and have my life be any more monotonous than it already is. I plan on starting to eat much healthier, drink much less, and maybe it'll give me a better PMA (Bad Brains be with me).
I want to be cold. I want cloth around my ears (only just enough to hear). Every breeze is going to bring something I have the choice to fall into or not, and maybe I will more often than not.
You might think this sounds contrived, but I promise you it's the farthest from. "Let the fall flood arrive."