Listening to Dead Letter Circus over a cup of coffee on a sunny Autumn morning.
I keep saying I could live like this... and I already am.
To define the word "live" ...have I lost my search for fulfillment to such a degree that I could be disappointed in all the good I am still surrounded with?
Probably.
I find my heart at no great loss either for moral epiphanies... relationships and so forth... lingering on these negativities will bring me no closer to the goal I thought I was headed for.
Sidetracked, stumbled, back up and walking.
"I've grown stronger, I can feel the change..."
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