I think there’s something to be said about covering your life with belief.
I think there’s more to be gained from covering your life with doubt.
I find the greatest gains in the darkest days.
I wish it were the answer.
I wish that were the question.
I have such a big desire to carve a path for myself with regard to music, but I can’t seem to find a second step.
There are a thousand
first steps, the second eludes.
I wish I: wish.
Often I get used to things without realizing. Like this stool in my parents’ kitchen. The view is strange.
I eat breakfast here.
And watch birds and stumble some.
This stool is abyss.
Motivation is a strange thing. I don’t know if it’s a brain chemistry thing or what, but I’ve noticed that it sometimes takes me MONTHS to finally start doing something I decided MONTHS ago I should finally start doing.
comes to mind. Momentum drags,
and my legs are weak.
I am so often tricked by the lure of new things. Grass is greener and all of that. Why is it that no matter how surely you know something, the validity of those feelings is always in question?
I am satisfied.
Though, shine and sparkle trick me.
I am happy here.
I am happy here. I am
happy here. I am happy.