Bits and Pieces

Sometimes I lose myself looking at other people's blogs. There are worlds and worlds
of stories, photographs, and bits and pieces of life to find out there on the great wide web.
And then I step outside, and see wonders anew.

Like the way the morning light plays on the sidewalk when I leave for work.
Or how the water gently laps at my toes on the seashore.

If I could live a past life, I'd pick one long before this time. Long before In-N-Out,and
Spicy Cheetos, and Instagram.   Don't get me wrong, technology is a wonderful thing.
I would just like to experience a world, without it.

On another note, my heart is very happy as of late.<3

Roads

My room has become a cave of sorts.  Today I spent the morning sitting on the floor of the library, reading a stack of cookbooks.  Tonight, my tum hurts (what else is new!) and Hillsong is attempting to appease it in the background.

I feel...out of it.  Felt out of it for quite a while.  Like, seriously six months since I last wrote?  Some friends wonder why I haven't called them in weeks...and I'm thinking, didn't we talk last Tuesday?  Time tracking is usually not this bad, but wow it's been bad.  Sorry guys.

Something on my mind- each year that passes, I feel a little bit of something sucked out of me.  Energy, hope, time, I don't know what it is.  But I always miss the year that came before, and what left with it.  In a way, I miss all that was, and it's a battle each day trying not to anymore.   I feel like a child trapped in a grown-up's body, but with strange thoughts sometimes and always, the impulse to be free.

On another note, I'm thinking of writing something.  Not unlike the things I write on here, random thoughts here and there, but more of a story about unrequited love.  "Roads to You."  Something like that.