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i feel estranged.
i miss things. i feel like i haven't been the greatest friend to anyone lately. i'm so fucking busy with stuff and i don't even know why i'm doing it sometimes, but i still can't bring myself to stop. i've already had to give up volleyball, which was one of the best things about school. every spare moment i have, i spend it with mi amor because he brings me sanity. i'm sick, too. cough, sneeze and sniffle. i hate being sick, it congests my entire body. it takes over me.
we're living in such a terribly fast-paced world. and while i love the feeling of the adrenaline rush, we take for granted the idea of tomorrow and later. it's funny because something so little could happen in such an instant that could blow the roof off your life and you wouldn't even have time to take a breath. does that make sense? i just want to slow down.
i had such a yearning yesterday for the pacific ocean waves of hawai'i. the clear blue sea with its calming breath. the sounds of poetry as it whispers by you inbetween the lines of sunsets and sunrises. it's weird, halfway through that vacation, i was itching to get home. itching for normalcy. when i got back, it felt like i hadn't even gone. and now it's just smoke of a memory trudging down the long line of the journey that is my life. i never even got a chance to appreciate it.
note to self: appreciate things more often.
i miss things. i feel like i haven't been the greatest friend to anyone lately. i'm so fucking busy with stuff and i don't even know why i'm doing it sometimes, but i still can't bring myself to stop. i've already had to give up volleyball, which was one of the best things about school. every spare moment i have, i spend it with mi amor because he brings me sanity. i'm sick, too. cough, sneeze and sniffle. i hate being sick, it congests my entire body. it takes over me.
we're living in such a terribly fast-paced world. and while i love the feeling of the adrenaline rush, we take for granted the idea of tomorrow and later. it's funny because something so little could happen in such an instant that could blow the roof off your life and you wouldn't even have time to take a breath. does that make sense? i just want to slow down.
i had such a yearning yesterday for the pacific ocean waves of hawai'i. the clear blue sea with its calming breath. the sounds of poetry as it whispers by you inbetween the lines of sunsets and sunrises. it's weird, halfway through that vacation, i was itching to get home. itching for normalcy. when i got back, it felt like i hadn't even gone. and now it's just smoke of a memory trudging down the long line of the journey that is my life. i never even got a chance to appreciate it.
note to self: appreciate things more often.