I need a getaway. To run away from the drab. Forget the everyday.
I want some quiet with an ocean view. A pad of paper and endless ink.
My breaking point is drawing near. A few steps behind reason. Miles apart from patience.
Do you ever have days like this? Where everything seems kinda wrong. Like somewhere down the gravel path you made a terribly wrong turn. Rear tire spinning, stuck in a ditch.
I've felt like this for far too long. Head butting against an invisible wall.
All I can do is search for things to laugh about in the meantime. Laugh with co-workers, strangers and friends. We all share similar bewilderments.
You see, when you're a kid, no one ever tells you how sucky life will be. Adults lie to children from the getgo. Reading them endless fairy tales. And it's easy to buy into. Like, what do you know - you're just a kid.
I'm starting to see it more. A tinge of pain in the eyes of many. The loss of dreams, the endless want and climb for what fairy tales once promised to an innocent heart.
But how long can a heart hold on?
My dear friends wonder, looking above to a vast, endless sky. Their heart still searching for another to hold, or for the right line of work to finally come along.
"I give up..." they turn away, unable to face everything.
I hear this too often. I sympathize. I can be there in a heartbeat.
In all truths, curiosity didn't kill the cat. Creativity did. Most, if not all of my friends are creative people. All Circles. No Squares.
I will break away in July. Hopefully.
