aosid's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - i can feel my roots drying by the day. it took a week of sleepless nights and wild reckless waking dreams, but i've finally realized that i'm ready to tumble on into new cities, new stories. i've been ready for years, wanted only for the right spark. god, i've felt so guilty about my wasted hours, now that i've seen the maps. i could have been so many places if i had only known.. that's the other edge, though. i couldn't have known. i can't obsess over my lost times, the times where the only momentum i felt was the thoughtless pendulum swing that fell inexorably towards home and peace and sleep and comfort, because that was what i had then. i'll always be grateful that i had a quiet roof in the western foothills to hide under, but the age of tiny careful homeward loops is over. the wind is up like it never has been and it's tearing at my neatly pruned branches. i will answer the call, roll away from the quiet burning majesty that has only ever wished me well, east into that lovely foolish mystery. 12:38 a.m. - 2014-04-24 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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