Jul 24, 2009 03:21
On some nights, I still get the urge.
To wander.
To wonder.
To break free.
I've arrived at that point in my life where I simply go on each day. Every single day it's the same old routine, the same old ways, the same old habits. Wake up, make coffee, go online, get ready, clean myself, lose myself, then out into the cruel word. Listen to the sounds of noise, get on the grinding metals, then make haste, step up, and stand down. Listen but not speak, communicate but not intimate, act but not get anything done. Then off for the day, but the work does not leave, and wrestle with whatever waking sanity I still have to get across. Tired and hungry, I reach for the bed only to find that sleep will not come until I've buried the demons for another day.
And tomorrow, it starts all over again.
But on some nights, I still get the urge. Break the rules. Do something different. Change the routine. Challenge the system. Talk to a stranger. Kill the predictable. Wander aimlessly on that unfamiliar path. Wonder when you see things in a different way. Break free from the shackles of being complacent, comfortable, and complicated.
And let go.