Where I stand....
Moments of great life transition always seem to bring out my inner pessimist. In times like these I often find misery to be a pervading glow to my daily activities. Whats more is that I can never seem to pinpoint any specific source of misery. This just adds to my general confusion as I start to misnomer all of my joy with the faults and accusations of inadequacy and doubt. My misery and doubt then is compacted with the general malaise of joblessness and I find my self to be essentially useless. To make matters more fun and interesting, I start to ascribe my disgust and frustration with my inactivity to my perceptions of my company. With these eyes, even the friendliest friends become judges that indignantly glare at you as an inferior.
Like a U-haul caught in north eastern fog, I grope endlessly for a road home. But all the highways intersect without warning, and all the street signs are in a language I don't remember how to read. I can see that I am not the only car stuck in traffic, yet I can't escape somehow feeling like I am the only one thats lost. I'm starting to think that the billboard that promised me a roadside zoo was just a mirage.
-Neimah
Like a U-haul caught in north eastern fog, I grope endlessly for a road home. But all the highways intersect without warning, and all the street signs are in a language I don't remember how to read. I can see that I am not the only car stuck in traffic, yet I can't escape somehow feeling like I am the only one thats lost. I'm starting to think that the billboard that promised me a roadside zoo was just a mirage.
-Neimah