| i am currently feeling like a soldier returned from war.
home is all different. home is not home.
i see more wrecks here than i saw on the battlefield.
but it’s ok, i will rebuild with my two hands.
i will make this mine again.
i’ve had some pretty interesting conversations lately with people
that have completely taken me off guard and helped me revolutionize the
way i look at my own life.
-i talked for 2 hours with a janitor in a community services building that i work at.
we talked about the blues - how you need soul and torment and a
history of suffering to really be able to claim it as your own. we
talked about modern pop music - how shallow it was, how interesting it
was. we talked about paris, we talked about seeing the world.
we are all children, really. this world IS too big for us, though it may sometimes seem tiny.
-i talked to a friend about hope, and the constant battle of good and evil that prevails within the tiny spaces in our heads.
-i talked to a girl who demanded to be loved yet refuses to love others.
-i talked to a man who was slowly disassociating himself because he was moving to a faraway land.
-i talked to a girl who told me she was one step away from suicide at any given second.
-i talked to myself.
-i talked to God.
who am i really? i believe that life is what you make of it, but at the same time i’ve felt powerless to do anything.
the future is so bright it blinds me, so i look away and complain that i can’t see the future.
this year is my last hurrah before i go into adulthood, and i, for one, am going to live it up.
if you hear any wild tales about me, they’re ALL TRUE. | 
