05 September 2011

And listen,

'bout those bitter songs you sing...

We're all so full of opinions about the way things should and shouldn't be. I'm no different.

This much is clear: it shouldn't be this way. I'm doing what I can to make things better. Good.

I thought by the time I was twenty-five I'd have a clear sense of what home is. Instead, like so many other definitions I've created, I'm only able to define by it by what it isn't.

I want to talk about it but more, I want to not have to. I wish there had been people around when--I just wish there were people around. I want friends. People to see and know. No, I need friends. I need people. Who'd have thought the desert was such a cold place?

...They're not helping anything. They won't make you strong.

I'd plan a move but this time, I want to go to something instead of away from another. Maybe I'm just waiting for the universe to push me to something.

-Theresa