We are all in this together - by ourselves.
I can't figure out what I'm feeling. been having to use quotes to best describe it. All I seem to be doing any more is grasping ever harder and harder at what was, trying to keep it. Who I am, where I'm going, who I love, my future, my past... all like grains of sand. The harder I grasp the faster it slips through my fingers, leaving my hand weathered and rough. I almost feel like I need a break from my life. Maybe I'll just pack my bag and go in september. Get in the beemer and drive. Cannon beach... its been a while.