"Regression, it's my obsession."
I could move to Philly.
I could move to Chicago with Chrystina.
I could move to California and live with my family.
I could move to Little Rock, because I now have a list of phone numbers for everyone who lives or is associated with the Schiller St house.
Do I leave everything and everyone here behind? It wouldn't be permanent of course, this will always be "home" and where I'll end up. Well, somewhere around the mid-atlantic. But it's tempting, everything here is dead.
"Why am I angry? What am I searching for? Is it a better way to live?"
I just want to listen to Defiance, Ohio.
Live in a little vegan house.
Have a puppy.
Cook friends and loved ones breakfast in the mornings.
Smile.
Have little shows in my basement.
Ride around on my (non-existant) bike.
It wouldn't take a lot to make me happy, I just don't know how to go about getting there yet.
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