Follow The Yellow Brick Road
I'm not typically one to follow the rules, especially those of the 'norm'. I don't do what even I would expect. I'm not a walking contradiction on purpose, it just kind of happens. I have a lot of moments where I end up far away from myself, mind, body and soul. It's like being in a fog. Right now, I'm in that fog, and I'm not sure anymore where's the right way to go. I'm looking above me, behind me, and all I see is the same. It's much too familiar. I need change, inspiration, or something devastating. Not even my passion for art or the under-appreciated green herb can light my way out of the fog. I'm treading life in this air filtered moisture. It will soon envelop all of my being, until I can't see, can't hear, can't feel. All I will know is the same, the torture of the familiar.
