Why do I wish I were in a foreign city right now? This just doesn't feel right...to be here. It doesn't feel bad, it just doesn't feel right. It feels like something is missing. Maybe it's time for a new journal...some fresh pages.
I've been staring at a large mug of decaf coffee for twenty minutes now. It's half gone. My mind has turned off but my eyes keep staring blankly. My hand has no life or words to write. Just thoughts. Thoughts in my head strangely seem to be unattached from any words....unattached from anything concrete at all, actually.
Why do I feel numb? I think it's because I know we're all okay. Sometimes we just need to cry and sometimes we're too relaxed to even react.
The bigger picture keeps me moving, keeps me wanting to explore. The bigger picture is the only thing that keeps me sane half the time.
Life seems terribly too busy. It's so simple to forget the power of time. Empty time. Alone time. Maybe others don't need as much of it, or they don't have the time for it. Maybe some just don't care. And maybe they do but they get so caught up. I don't like getting caught up. I want to have a balance.
What do you do when your mother needs more than you can give? I can't help her. So much of her life has shown me an example of how not to live my own. Maybe this is what I'm staring blankly about.
I've been staring at a large mug of decaf coffee for twenty minutes now. It's half gone. My mind has turned off but my eyes keep staring blankly. My hand has no life or words to write. Just thoughts. Thoughts in my head strangely seem to be unattached from any words....unattached from anything concrete at all, actually.
Why do I feel numb? I think it's because I know we're all okay. Sometimes we just need to cry and sometimes we're too relaxed to even react.
The bigger picture keeps me moving, keeps me wanting to explore. The bigger picture is the only thing that keeps me sane half the time.
Life seems terribly too busy. It's so simple to forget the power of time. Empty time. Alone time. Maybe others don't need as much of it, or they don't have the time for it. Maybe some just don't care. And maybe they do but they get so caught up. I don't like getting caught up. I want to have a balance.
What do you do when your mother needs more than you can give? I can't help her. So much of her life has shown me an example of how not to live my own. Maybe this is what I'm staring blankly about.
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