I can not point to a place and say "I came from there." There are places I can home but I know I come from a place where no one can go. My story has unexplained gaps. I live to create. I live knowing I will die. I don't know when I will die but it doesn't matter. What matters is spending the time I have doing things I need/want to do. My time is dedicated towards things I want in life. Success. Money. Acceptance. Even if I achieve all these things, I will leave them behind when I leave this world. Yet my human instinct drives me to obtain things I can not keep.
Somewhere far away where the winters seem warmer and the summers seem cooler... but I've found a new home now and the sights and sounds around me make me want to stay. Other things, beautiful, perfect things, also seem to be reeling me in... keeping me here. I have dreams and they all seem within reach but truly I only want one thing now, more than anything I have ever wanted before.
I can not point to a place and say "I came from there." There are places I can home but I know I come from a place where no one can go. My story has unexplained gaps. I live to create. I live knowing I will die. I don't know when I will die but it doesn't matter. What matters is spending the time I have doing things I need/want to do. My time is dedicated towards things I want in life. Success. Money. Acceptance. Even if I achieve all these things, I will leave them behind when I leave this world. Yet my human instinct drives me to obtain things I can not keep.
ReplyDelete*There are places I can call home but I know I come from a place where no one can go.
ReplyDeleteSomewhere far away where the winters seem warmer and the summers seem cooler... but I've found a new home now and the sights and sounds around me make me want to stay. Other things, beautiful, perfect things, also seem to be reeling me in... keeping me here. I have dreams and they all seem within reach but truly I only want one thing now, more than anything I have ever wanted before.
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