Work
So. Yea. Work. A Lot of it, i might add.
I hear about all the stuff people I hang out with nowdays do, and i realize that I'm lost.
I Know that I'm Lost. Even sitting here, in the cold glow of Isaiah's computer monitor, occationally glancing outside to see if the rain has come yet, I know i shouldn't be here.
A few people who still read this will understand, i believe. Years ago i swore i wouldn't become what i am. And now that i'm here, i don't know if i can find my way back. Everything costs more and more, not just money, not just material posessions. Emotional attachment, moments of happiness. I'm talking about connections. Massive nets and webs, strewn across cities, states, around the entire planet.
Spring may be here, but I feel it's still the depths of winter, clawing to keep hold.
I'm clawing to keep hold. My story is yet to be written, but even I wouldn't read it.
What am i talking about? my fingers are just hitting the keys, words appearing, but i don't even know what i'm saying. My road was always laid out before me, spotted by anyone nearby. But one too many times i've taken a less traveled road. First gravel, then dirt, finally trails until all i see around me is desolate nothing. I wandered for a time, somehow finding my way to another road, but not one for me. This, this is a one-way road to a city of conformity, wherein, if i should continue on this path, i will lose all i've ever been, all i've ever longed for.
I don't know where to go from here, I feel...
Gah... ignore that. I don't even know what it says or means, honestly. Well, off to home, to sleep... then to work.
-Love Always, Fatch
I hear about all the stuff people I hang out with nowdays do, and i realize that I'm lost.
I Know that I'm Lost. Even sitting here, in the cold glow of Isaiah's computer monitor, occationally glancing outside to see if the rain has come yet, I know i shouldn't be here.
A few people who still read this will understand, i believe. Years ago i swore i wouldn't become what i am. And now that i'm here, i don't know if i can find my way back. Everything costs more and more, not just money, not just material posessions. Emotional attachment, moments of happiness. I'm talking about connections. Massive nets and webs, strewn across cities, states, around the entire planet.
Spring may be here, but I feel it's still the depths of winter, clawing to keep hold.
I'm clawing to keep hold. My story is yet to be written, but even I wouldn't read it.
What am i talking about? my fingers are just hitting the keys, words appearing, but i don't even know what i'm saying. My road was always laid out before me, spotted by anyone nearby. But one too many times i've taken a less traveled road. First gravel, then dirt, finally trails until all i see around me is desolate nothing. I wandered for a time, somehow finding my way to another road, but not one for me. This, this is a one-way road to a city of conformity, wherein, if i should continue on this path, i will lose all i've ever been, all i've ever longed for.
I don't know where to go from here, I feel...
Gah... ignore that. I don't even know what it says or means, honestly. Well, off to home, to sleep... then to work.
-Love Always, Fatch