something abnormal.
I’ve got white walls and a slight scent of mold in the air, which creates some sort of image of who I am. I’ve never been the one to cast a shadow or come clean for that matter, but I’m on the verge of finding out who I really want to be. I’m terribly sorry if I’ve lost you and, truthfully, I’m heart broken as well. I’ve just never been so dissatisfied, yet so content in my entire life. I’d love to walk across the yellow stone or bright green grass because the smell of concrete is just not for me. It’s far past time for change, time for happiness, and time for thrill. However, it’s not to be found, but it’s to be made.
So I’ve come to realize that I AM the rough surface of the pavement…and it’s going to take a rough surface to get to my green grass. I’m far too young for this. Blue skies, I’ll see you soon…
August 27, 2007