Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Candle in a Hurricane

A song I'm very familiar with describes me as 'a book of pages, waiting to be filled... a heart that's hopeful, a head that's full of dreams...

But this becoming is harder than it seems.'

Hmm... it doesn't help when I get thrown around from Nebraska to Chicago, to Florida, in a few month's time. While still struggling with my mom's pitiful drama, my heartache that stems from my missing siblings, and the memories of some certain men who made sure I'd never forget them.

Now I'm here, in a barracks, learning badass shit, and I'm restless as all get out. Time has become non existent in my life. Every weekend I hit the beach, marvel at the salt water, eat some seafood. I've got a little worry in the back of my mind, shouting, 'in a few months this will all be gone. What will you do then?' And I don't want it. Go away, worry.

Not sure where this is going, but it feels good to write it out.


Anonymous said...

i have not noticed any new drama from mom.