The more I keep going on with this life I live, I know it doesn't suit me. Surrounded by brick walls. I return to them most nights of the week. No this is not home, this is just a house. Taking classes that have no meaning to what I want to do. Curse the AA requirements!
Living out of a backpack and in a field sounds better. I different place every night if I choose. I will not be homeless. That term seems to be incorrect in my eyes. I want to be houseless. Home can be wherever choose to make it. Comprehending this might be hard, but it is bliss in my mind.
Soon.
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