muzka
like a tree i cling to the gravity of the situation. part of me knows i should just pick up and leave this place (or leaf it) but how can i abandon the ones i love, for my own self growth? is that selfish?
i want my ticket out of here. small town blues, where the sidewalk rolls up at five and everyone notices your broken down car, your belated birthday wishes. i just want to go somewhere where there is more opportunity. the broken down trains outside of town aren't going anywhere, there is no ticket. i guess i'm stuck working this dead end job until the station is up and running again.
and stones, right? i've never been so injured that i couldn't walk, couldn't move. but my hearts been jabbed at enough, by the littlest twigs, the smallest pangs of heart ache, and i couldn't have left my bed if i wanted to.
if my life was a one minute montage what would the highlights be? flashes of me eating mac and cheese dinner and crying over old romantic dramas? I need to get out more....