I don't want to be here. I don't want to be there. Want this. Want that. Need what? The only time I feel somewhat at ease is when I am traveling from here to there. The blindness of the road ahead. Focusing on the lines, the curves of the road, other drivers. Change lanes, blinker 1, 2, 3! I love knowing I am going somewhere. Its just when I get there, the feeling of stagnation slowly creeps up and I feel like running again. Running. A reoccuring theme. Running from what, though? The past? The future? God, even the present? Maybe my discontent is stemming from the fact that I honestly don't know. The need to have a goal, a plan, is salient. And the goal can be reached. It always is if it is worked towards enough.
Maybe its just fear. Patiently and impatiently awaiting a let-down effect. Disappointment.
I am waiting for a brand new day. I want a clear, cool, confident freshness that takes my breath away and leaves my cheeks flushed with delight and splendor.
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