freakout in a moonage daydream.
well hallo there.
journal- admittedly, i have been recklessly ignoring you, and for that i am truly sorry. see, i'm sure that substantial events have taken place since i last visited you, fair journal, but i am far too lazy to revisit them or host commentary on the past.
instead, let's see what the future holds. it's august, and i fucking hate august. it shakes me and wakes me from the oblivion i have come to expect during the summer months. instead of drifting, my once-safe raft creaks and i realise i am sunburnt, covered in seaweed and delirious from staring up at the endlessness of the sky.
i'm unsure of my mental state- what does this change hold? it's always now that i remark i could spend my whole life drifting, if something or someone doesn't pull me back. it's not irresponsibility, it's not directionlessness, it's just the fact that i soak up my surroundings and they add up and make me who i am. i wander but it's only because i'm so tired of things i've already seen. really, i doubt i belong in this city. or continent. i could go on.
i'm a collector, august is a distraction, how can i float on?
journal- admittedly, i have been recklessly ignoring you, and for that i am truly sorry. see, i'm sure that substantial events have taken place since i last visited you, fair journal, but i am far too lazy to revisit them or host commentary on the past.
instead, let's see what the future holds. it's august, and i fucking hate august. it shakes me and wakes me from the oblivion i have come to expect during the summer months. instead of drifting, my once-safe raft creaks and i realise i am sunburnt, covered in seaweed and delirious from staring up at the endlessness of the sky.
i'm unsure of my mental state- what does this change hold? it's always now that i remark i could spend my whole life drifting, if something or someone doesn't pull me back. it's not irresponsibility, it's not directionlessness, it's just the fact that i soak up my surroundings and they add up and make me who i am. i wander but it's only because i'm so tired of things i've already seen. really, i doubt i belong in this city. or continent. i could go on.
i'm a collector, august is a distraction, how can i float on?