They make believe that everything is exactly what it seems
Entertainment comes in the form of backed up arguments, (the return of) yoga practice, and quite simply: alone time. Also, Emaree's return has somewhat grounded me. Distracting myself from doubt and negativity is becoming quite difficult. Not that I'm necessarily in a rut, rather weary of what seems to be eternally placed before me. Talking talking talking, to myself mostly. Currently I have much to say, my slight acquaintances can soak up a small portion of it, but I fear that I place much of it on my only girlfriends. Friendships are gaining distance, cold weather is on it's way. Cigarette cravings are overwhelming and I must be insane to want one after coming this far, insane enough to probably go home and roll one once I leave here. My prospects are based on next year, which has caused me to pull out of the present moment. This must be cured at once.
Eternally content, however seeking greater things.
Eternally content, however seeking greater things.