I want to drown in every word I’ve ever spoken and regurgitate anything that ever mattered.
If I could retrace my steps, would I? To only find the things that count.
I wonder how my life will play out as I write//erase//rewrite//every word written.
Where’s the music I crave?
I hear the trees a little less now since we barely get a breeze out in California.
My mind travels north and around to places I’ve never seen as I dig myself deeper into the ground I stand.
This is the only thing I want. Is it?
Digging digging digging; never drowning anymore.
Sinking, maybe. Along with the rest of this state.
It’s worlds end as my dreams keep telling me and the last time it was, it was. My world at least.
I can’t say I’ve been here, because even though I have, sometimes I wish I wasn’t.
What have you been doing?
I’ve been doing nothing.
Nothing at all yet running races in my mind.
It’s the thought that counts though,
right?
See ya.
-N.