Dani California

Who I am is where I've been. First, the title of this entry is from the Red Hot Chili Peppers song of the same name. The sound of this piece is something that seems to haunt me in the quiet hours of the night when I feel that there is none aside from God watching and waiting for me to open up my mouth and speak...

I've had a rough start; this summer is not anything special to me. In fact, I don't quite know what to do with myself now that I school is in lacking, and when I'm not at work all I can do is sit around. If I don't call people, they don't call me. They wonder where I've been, and what I've been up to, because for some strange reason I can get lost and no one notices until they see me again. It is as if I'm some sort of anomally, like a comet, and once I'm gone, no one remembers my name, or where I've come from.

It is enough for me to try and not be bitter about the things I cannot change in the past, and even though I have enough wounds criss-crossing this open heart of mine I cannot seem to hide it to save my life. I cannot easily put into words the way I feel when I am around my friends, or those who would call themselves such. Still, after six months -- at this time -- I am able to say I would rather be alone, and feel that way, than around anyone and feel alone.