Mood:
sharpNow Playing: dashboard confessional- "the good fight"
Topic: adulthood
sometimes i look up and realize i have forgotten how to be me... i fall into the pattern of being who i'm expected to be... but today i wish i could fly... i wish i sang more and felt the harmony waving in my chest as the guitar pushed out the rhythm... i wish i wrote again... i used to write real things, and now i write about the silly day to day dealings of my life... maybe to keep me in practice... i wish i read more, and painted... and danced... and loved... i used to do all these things... but now i feel a bit like i'm spread too thin... with a child always pulling on me, and chores that never reach an end and projects due so that i might master the fundamentals of design so that one day i can sell my ideas to someone... and always the secrets of who i am... such a burden... but i know... i know how the story can end... my heart throbs just to feel safe again... and did i ever... yes... once upon a time... i can break the silence, i can remember i was salvaged for a reason--beyond what i can understand. there is always hope in that.