life is like the surf, so give yourself away like the sea
i want to get lost again. wander the coastlines. no plans, no agendas.
running aimlessly on open beaches under a full moon with good friends and good wine.
all i need is the bonfire and the night.
city life is no life for me. release me into the wilderness again. the deep forests, the open fields. crisp white mornings. the quiet of snow fall. rolling thunder.
i miss eric. his guitar. singing. his strip shows. wandering the access road in the darkness hoping to anything that we don't stumble across any snakes.
didgeridoos in the dark. playing into the corner, practicing, perfecting your technique.
i'm looking for an adventure. a journey. not to any place particular.
the thought of returning to connecticut, working full time, living at home, not knowing anyone. again.
i'm not sure i'm ready for that again. it's like swallowing your dreams. putting them in a box only to be opened when you have the time to deal with them.
i want to road trip it to mexico. become fluent. learn how to cook authentic mexican food. dig my own clay. weave my own blankets.
but i don't want to leave my babies.
dreadlock my hair again only to shave my head clean. pierce my lip. tattoo my back. hitch-hike to cali. live off the land. learn to surf. become a yoga master. learn accupressure. hike the appalachian trail. the pacific trail. sail to hawaii.
bum around amsterdam. backpack europe. live in the greek isles. explore the amazon. trek the andes. mellow out along the mediterranean. learn to play guitar.
start writing again. really writing again. for me.
i feel as though i've gone through my life looking for someone. always searching for someone.
i think i'm just looking for myself. and every person i have any passion for i've only found another piece of myself. whether that is something i like or can't stand. it's part of me. somehow i'm holding all these pieces together, even if none of these people stay in my life.
i just wonder who holds the next piece to my puzzle. well, i suppose after all i hold the whole thing. maybe that's what i'm really getting at.
running aimlessly on open beaches under a full moon with good friends and good wine.
all i need is the bonfire and the night.
city life is no life for me. release me into the wilderness again. the deep forests, the open fields. crisp white mornings. the quiet of snow fall. rolling thunder.
i miss eric. his guitar. singing. his strip shows. wandering the access road in the darkness hoping to anything that we don't stumble across any snakes.
didgeridoos in the dark. playing into the corner, practicing, perfecting your technique.
i'm looking for an adventure. a journey. not to any place particular.
the thought of returning to connecticut, working full time, living at home, not knowing anyone. again.
i'm not sure i'm ready for that again. it's like swallowing your dreams. putting them in a box only to be opened when you have the time to deal with them.
i want to road trip it to mexico. become fluent. learn how to cook authentic mexican food. dig my own clay. weave my own blankets.
but i don't want to leave my babies.
dreadlock my hair again only to shave my head clean. pierce my lip. tattoo my back. hitch-hike to cali. live off the land. learn to surf. become a yoga master. learn accupressure. hike the appalachian trail. the pacific trail. sail to hawaii.
bum around amsterdam. backpack europe. live in the greek isles. explore the amazon. trek the andes. mellow out along the mediterranean. learn to play guitar.
start writing again. really writing again. for me.
i feel as though i've gone through my life looking for someone. always searching for someone.
i think i'm just looking for myself. and every person i have any passion for i've only found another piece of myself. whether that is something i like or can't stand. it's part of me. somehow i'm holding all these pieces together, even if none of these people stay in my life.
i just wonder who holds the next piece to my puzzle. well, i suppose after all i hold the whole thing. maybe that's what i'm really getting at.