Breathe Me In The Smoke From Your Cigarettes.
Looking from my second story window, I can see a sliver of the city that lies behind the trees. At night I stare out at the headlights of cars, blurring past in a frenzy, and my stomach twists. This is not the skyline I imagined myself looking at once upon a time. My world is so small and I fear that I will never find what I'm looking for here; I need to get out, get away. I need to find something new. Someone new.This routine I follow has had no other result than the sinking of my heart. Life has come to seem dull and that is something I never intended on feeling or admitting... there is no inspiration for me here. I can't keep shoving headphones in my ears and writing while I pretend that I'm getting everything I ever hoped for.
I want to travel, I want to see the world. I want to know what is out there and if, somehow, there is somewhere else I belong. I want my heart to beat erratically at the sight of something I see every day but never grow tired of. I can think of nothing other than escaping this bubble and venturing out into the unknown. It's all my heart beats for these days; hope.
On Sunday, February 28, 2010 at 9:06 PM
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