The haunting.
The lingering.
The silent I-don't-even-know-what-it-is.
I haven't had any desire to write for some time, which is why I have watched my blog project fill with pictures. I guess, maybe, I should be grateful for "you say it best, when you say nothing at all".
I am at a loss for things profound. I feel like I am...just taking up space. It really pisses me off. I am missing purpose...again. I feel like something's missing. I am facing brick walls of life that get in my path, and seem so inherently permanent.
Dreams are becoming chaotic again, like purposeful yelling in my subconscious. I feel pulling and resistance, and need, and too many people telling me "no".
Once again, I find life getting in the way of the way I want to live my life.
I wonder if there's ever a point where one stops wondering what's around the corner, or even where that other path leads.
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