Times They Are a'Changin
The wind against my body was strong while I rode along the shore.
The waves slowly began to crumble. Moment by moment they would
fade in and fade out. Reaching closer to the small feet that
continued to laugh and run away. A game of cat and mouse. It is
getting peaceful again. The warm nights and the uncomfortable heat
filled days. I watch the sun rise in the morning. And I watch the
sun set at night. My sleep is conquered by thoughts. Rushing and
arguing in the earlier hours of dawn. I don't know what exactly
I should be thinking, but I know these thoughts are not in the
prerequisites. In a few weeks I am going to be alone. Completely
alone in a small bedroom. And I have never been more excited.
Except for when I was four and went to Disneyland. But my first
bedroom by myself. My own room. My. Own. Room. I don't know whether
I am going to grow incredibly depressed or I am going to grow
stronger because I am finally allowed to think and breathe and
write and be. On my own. Be. Simple as that. I will find out
soon enough. Until then I am enjoying the fading moments of having
roommates. Friends at my door and on my couch when I walk in after
a rough day at work. I may just be able to focus on my writing
and my art for the first time in quite a while. Maybe even start
taking photos again. When I realize what I want out of myself
maybe I can figure out what I want out of the friendships
I have been trying to acquire over the past few months.
Until then...