when i was hiding out in the sandy plains, the life i had and everything i knew was changing to throw me into a daze and now i'm waist deep in a foggy haze. waist deep above my knees and waist deep behind my eyes. what did i want in the first place? not all of these pictures of 'beautiful' people and the addiction of signing on every hour or so to see what 'everyone else in the world' is doing. and not the down time or decision to waste it spent pouring out feelings to this eternal black abyss.
but this is what it is right now. choices and confusion and jealousy and loneliness and a lot of things to think about.
i'm wondering if this subtle feeling will eventually overtake me. the feeling of wanting to run... and run, to somewhere brand new and unfamiliar. distant and clean. a place where no one has seen my face, a place where i can meet anyone and start fresh. but is that just another set of fancy ideas to take up space in my brain? an idea that when i get there, it will turn out being just the same?
i don't know if i could stand that, having every place the same. is every place the same?
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