I need... out... of here. I'm getting this
itch, this feeling that I desperately want to
claw off my skin, step outside, be someone else. I just feel... too
settled, I guess. Too normal. Too alone. Tempting... wake up tomorrow morning in
Nepal.
Amsterdam.
New Orleans. But I don't have the nerve... living in the same spot for 18 out of 19 years leaves ya scared,
afraid to run. Afraid... of what, though? That I won't survive? That I'll
lose my breath? That this time, the loneliness will be too overwhelming? I'm used to that one by now, though. I'm used to being alone in my head. "
Socially antisocial", I always say.
I think I hear the ocean calling me...
Waves breaking cyclical on my heart.
Just get up and leave, leave, leave... GO I need to get out of here. My bags are packed. I'm ready. But... I'll just wait...
one day more.