I have a wandering mind today.
I have a wondering heart today.
The endless cycles of loneliness and hope have yet to find stability in my life. I’ve grown apart from everyone. There is no point in striving to have your friendship when everything that once was is exactly that: something that once was. Am I making sense? Am I taking advantage of the opportunities in my life? Am I pushing myself into a corner or even a cliff? I could use somebody, but I refuse to move. I consciously know I often contradict myself. Something about striving for your attention, repulses me in a sense. I don’t want to create something transparent. I need something solid, something I know is of real material. Therefore, I rely on coincidences, because I believe they are not entirely of my making. If things come together, then I guess it is fate that randomly joined them.
I think this is what I think. I don’t know what to make of my life right now. Same old, same old, you know the words better than I do.
You know…when I see your face, it’s the only thing that keeps me going.
