Wednesday, December 25, 2013

I can't believe he's still thinking about me, even after all this time.

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

I'm on my way home again, looking out the window of a quiet train and finding a certain love in the paysage d'hiver. My feet propped on the opposite seat, I don't feel lonely. I remember this time a year ago while I rode the same train; I had displaced my happiness into the hands of someone that wasn't me and I was very lonely. Now I think of him whenever I ride trains and I hate it. The most romantic mode of transportation doesn't deserve such a detestable poster child.

I'm coming home feeling very whole, very balanced. I'm not sure how else to explain it. I'm content with returning home to that same feeling. Creativity and curiosity induced by ennui. The perpetual search of finding meaning in the word "home".

Sunday, December 8, 2013

I’m so incredibly grateful for the constants in my life and how they’re my only sense of security and hope when I start to feel like everything is falling apart. I swear they’re the only thing keeping me from the demons of nihilism and despair.


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