A Wailing Wind
It's been a while since I've taken a moment to think about what I'm doing with my life, where I'm going, and whom I'm going there with. Unfortunately the other day I did just that. I pondered on the realities/eventualities of what I'm doing with my life, where I'm going, and whom I'm going there with. After much thought (I have a lot of time to think at my new job as I pace about a building and watch people come and go)
After I came to a few conclusions, I ran through those disheveled thoughts once more to ...make certain that those conclusions were truthful. Sadly I think they might be.
And what is it that I came to? That I'm afraid; afraid of being hollow. After living so long with someone, in my bed and in my heart I'm afraid that like my mojo my heart has evaporated leaving me hollow. If I think too long about it I swear I can feel that cold wind winding coursing through that cavity were my heart once beat.
This is driven more relevant by the reality that my life is a relentless pursuit to hold my head above water with little or no time to socialize, let alone spy for a something to fill that void. Instead I've chosen to use the more accessible option. Alcohol. This makes things seem even more desperate.
However, in the end I file it away under 'better luck next year' because it might just be better to bulldoze over the whole situation and pretend like it's not important.
Life Goes On.
After I came to a few conclusions, I ran through those disheveled thoughts once more to ...make certain that those conclusions were truthful. Sadly I think they might be.
And what is it that I came to? That I'm afraid; afraid of being hollow. After living so long with someone, in my bed and in my heart I'm afraid that like my mojo my heart has evaporated leaving me hollow. If I think too long about it I swear I can feel that cold wind winding coursing through that cavity were my heart once beat.
This is driven more relevant by the reality that my life is a relentless pursuit to hold my head above water with little or no time to socialize, let alone spy for a something to fill that void. Instead I've chosen to use the more accessible option. Alcohol. This makes things seem even more desperate.
However, in the end I file it away under 'better luck next year' because it might just be better to bulldoze over the whole situation and pretend like it's not important.
Life Goes On.