This is where
we knock on that wall that seems to suddenly have appeared before us,
the one that seemed to have taunted us for so ever long.
and yet realize that we were the very ones that put it there.
goodbye and hello.
it is but time.
we knock on that wall that seems to suddenly have appeared before us,
the one that seemed to have taunted us for so ever long.
and yet realize that we were the very ones that put it there.
goodbye and hello.
it is but time.
uplifting.
i found something that i thought was perfect today, yet so far, far away.
360 miles to be exact: degrees of full-circle.
what a poetic (pathetic?) poke in the eye.
time for goodbyes and a new hello.
This, then, is the essence of being a hipster. Pretending you aren’t one. What happens if i really think im a hipster, does that make me NOT a hipster? life is confusing.
Such is the conundrum of life.

i am sorry,
but i think its time.
im breaking up with you,
Complacency.
its been going on for too long.
see you never.
To write. But nothing comes to mind other than general venting of personal failure. But I am learning to accept that as part of the creative process.
“Keep calm and keep trying.”
For some reason, it smells faintly of Play-Doh.