Tuesday, March 24, 2009

I can feel myself begin to unravel like a spool of unused thread that has been left in a young girl's pocket too long. I feel this city and this pace of life can be too much sometimes, and when I jump back into the pace of things, I worry I am not dedicated enough to do this anymore. My heart is not in this place, and I feel a stranger among the same places I hold so close.

I must find something that gives me real purpose again.

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