Perhaps I'll leave this place. I've far horizons to explore. The world is wider than my feeble vision, and echoes can not see. I feel a calling to depart from the commonplace and usual. My perception has been dulled by repetition. And so I'll leave, take up my hopes, and travel far, to that waiting destination until existence again bores me. Then I'll leave once more.
Tell Me Secrets,
I have more with you than the sarcastic comments that I hang like ornaments to decorate dull conversations with artificial sparks. You fill the space I create around myself to keep others at a distance. It scares me but I welcome it.
I do apologise for the confusion I caused, and for the lack of catharsis that you anticipated. I did all I could, but all I could be, was me. And that’s not much.
I’m going to be free. I’m going to be brave. I’m going to live each day as if it were my last. Fantastically, courageously, with grace. I’m going to go everywhere, even though I’m scared. Because it’s life, and it’s happening. Really, really, happening. Right now.