An Ex-Patriot Finds Herself In Canada

[theslacker]

Thoughts weigh down on me. These things we're given; stated purposes in manilla folders, tricky meanings, those are often the most contrary to any measure more than existance (living?). Continuity could perhaps be found, but this perpetuated flux, for which the guilty parties are yet to be found, leads us from metered lines to metric maze, in

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[elysapeth]

You know what I think you would really benefit from? Just packing a bag and traveling... take off and see the world. It might put everything in perspective... has for alot of my friends.. could quench your thirst to abandon direction

An Ex-Patrior Finds Herself In Canada (edit)

[theslacker]

Thoughts have weight like reactionary air. The given; stated purposes in manila folders, tricky meanings, those are often the most contrary to any measure more than existence (the variables?). Continuity could perhaps be found, but this perpetuated flux, for which the guilty parties are yet to be found, leads us from metered lines to metric maze, in circles, stagnant cycles of systematic disorder (it's simple economics!). Even with this in mind, I can't shake this feeling of need: for origin, and something else, either undiscovered or forgotten like poetry never put to paper (would that count as destroying priceless art?). Everything feels like necessity. As a kindergarten class holding a rope we're led to the word "progress". It stands in neon, 10 feet tall; an idol to bow before. I can still recall my own blood sacrifices. I'd rather have spent the day outside. Perhaps one day the lead can be let go of, so that I can wander, directionless but self-emancipated. No longer treading water, but choosing to consummate my own existence. An