Do you know that feeling, the way you feel after walking into a sandstorm? You're lost in a cocoon that moves and changes around you. You're the only reference you have as to which direction you're going. Soon after, you start thinking that you may have walked in a circle. The dividing line between me and the life I lead before is now thicker, like a brooding warning crossed on the ceiling.
I don't know if that's a bad thing, actually. It steers me to places I haven't been in a long time. Must find a goal, a sense of direction to my life. I could use some guidance, but I know there's no one out there to pull me out, pat me on the back and telling me I'm safe. If you want something done right, you've got to do it yourself. And there's nothing wrong with that.
So, that's what I'm doing. Slow and steady, but I'm doing something. I'm making up my mind, no more fortunes fool. I don't need to prove anything to you anymore. This is all about me. And there's light so bright and warm at this end of the tunnel, and it's a one way street. It feels like I'm walking this way with broken feet, but at least I'm still walking. There's a beautiful world behind this vast, dark tunnel. And I'm going there, right now.
I'll let you know when I get there.
Listening to: Ambient tunes...
Watching: Big Fish