Nowhere else to turn...
Nearly two months ago, I called it quits. I said, to the Livejournal community, that this was 'the end of an era'.
I lied. I thought long and hard about re-launching myself back into LJ. And I concluded that I need an outlet for how I've been feeling lately. And my professional work blog (http://chrisvito.blogspot.com, for all who haven't yet visited) isn't the right medium for what I'm about to type:
Standing, waiting. At the station.
A train'll carry me to my destination.
In this profession, I can't determine
what is real and what's a creation
of my imagination.
Is this all just a fabrication?
I know who, who I want to be. But I cannot see
because the road ahead is a wee bit blurry.
I could stop and ask directions.
But that only admits my degree of frustration
in one, long search for an inevitable location.
Where this is, I don't know.
Every so often, I get this sensation
that it's time to send another application.
Maybe it's a combination,
of dedication and desperation.
Or it's the formation of this notion
that I need a vacation.
I need help.
I lied. I thought long and hard about re-launching myself back into LJ. And I concluded that I need an outlet for how I've been feeling lately. And my professional work blog (http://chrisvito.blogspot.com, for all who haven't yet visited) isn't the right medium for what I'm about to type:
Standing, waiting. At the station.
A train'll carry me to my destination.
In this profession, I can't determine
what is real and what's a creation
of my imagination.
Is this all just a fabrication?
I know who, who I want to be. But I cannot see
because the road ahead is a wee bit blurry.
I could stop and ask directions.
But that only admits my degree of frustration
in one, long search for an inevitable location.
Where this is, I don't know.
Every so often, I get this sensation
that it's time to send another application.
Maybe it's a combination,
of dedication and desperation.
Or it's the formation of this notion
that I need a vacation.
I need help.