Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Can't escape...

these demons in my head.

I love my house. I love my job. I love living here.
But some part of me knows this isn't what I was supposed to be doing.

Every morning on my way to work, I drive under a bridge that a train is usually going over. My heart sinks a little because I'm not on it. This summer was supposed to be full of motion and adventure, new states and faces, dirt and sweat. I know it's shitty of me to complain because I've got every single thing I could ask for... but my heart has been set on something else for nearly four years now...

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