"Please... Oh, baby, don't go..." -- Simple and Clean, Utada Hikaru
Gearing up for another day at work. The clock here says after 0700, but in actuality its closer to five. I have to get up early for my job that I found, but it gives me a chance to have the nights off... Though, it's not much of a night, I guess, when my night usually has to end at 1900 to get to bed for enough sleep.
I have been to the beach twice. The ocean is one of those distant things that I yearn to do, but have never had the gall to get out there and run after it. For some reason, I find myself stuck in some sort of strange paradox of life; it's been said that you want what you can't have, but you care less for what you do. I don't want this to be the way things are for me.
I've been thinking a lot, lately, too. About people, and the things I've done in my past. Of course, I've thought about these things several times before, as one could easily see by reading through my past entries, but I find myself wondering about them again: where I've been and who I am and what I've done. These are things I cannot ever get away from, and when I finally do, as I thought I did when I moved away, they come back to me, as an all-inclusive package on my front-doorstep.
I don't have time for this... I've hardly the time for anything.
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