October 17, 2003
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Restless
It’s one of those nights where I can’t bear to be here, and I feel all my little monsters creeping in. I have a bad case of wanderlust and a craving for solitude. I don’t want to be patient anymore. I don’t want to be good. I don’t want to compromise, check the map, figure out an itinerary, and settle for anything less than the open road, or pretend that that’s anything like who I am. I want to let my darkness out, reveal my little cruelties, and leave this godforsaken city far behind. If I must, I will alter everything I have here, and get there on my own two feet.
Darling remember - when you come to me
that I’m the pretender,
I’m not what I’m supposed to be
but who could know, lf I’m a traitor?
time’s the revelator….
Every day is getting straighter.
Comments (1)
i can sympathise. i know that feeling very very well. when it’s time to go, then go you must. what’s greater? what you leave behind or what you have waiting for you?