In times we live and in other times we remember, though where I find myself is the inbetween. That nostalgic grinding of synapses that mastermind their ways through the canals of what we like to call the brain, reconcile with your body triggering actions. For in this moment, borders of the country find myself seem penetrable, and though I miss my home, which in soon Ill return, it doesnt seem as if I can prevent myself from hopping those lines any longer. The only vision I have is to leap into a faith that believe to be creating in my own, and I must. Theres no longer a hesitation I can afford. They call this cliche prerogative the travel bug, but of course to me it cant even be compared. As if its the way of life. The way of my life. I must go because there isnt any other answer but the questions that may lead me to an answer being somewhere out THERE. Beyond the walls, further among the men and women in this world that I have not seen, have not heard, have not called, Im seeking a rite, if not many. Constantly searching, Im empowered to find a beautiful way to it all. Not is that I seek a stagnant, stultified, position in life traveling with no purpose, but its that I call for the days. The days that never end, unlike the ones we know where the sun rises in the East and sets in the West. Let this be a plea, not of fear, but for truth. And yes mom and dad, I still do have my job, and no I didnt take too many pieces of paper with Fred Flinstones on them at the Phish concert. Hell, this is the first time Ive been willing to be sentimental in recent months unlike my usual self... and Im just going to click on post and slam my computer shut letting this bullshit fly away into the Internets.
Posted on: Fri, 21 Nov 2014 01:47:55 +0000
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