I'm anxious to get back to school, and I want to be gone from this place for various reasons. Suddenly, the emptiness of this place is bearable and my feet are moving without any push. I'm finally used to being here, but now I uproot and move forward once more. Time to have a good time mates, because I don't know whether I will see you all again and, if I do, when that will be.
Classes. I project they will be easy and give me something to do, something more than sitting and thinking about what it all means and what I should do. Those questions, those are my bags to carry for now, hopefully on the journey I will find my answers to those questions and I can finally set the bags down.
I don't know what more to ask for. We need to push forward, I have decided. If you seem paused or at a standstill, just push on, close your eyes and bite your tongue -- even if it bleeds -- because you only get one shot at this life. There's something fiery and and explosive waiting for me. I will be damned if I don't find it.
Speaking of which, what am I looking for? I am looking for my counterpoint, for that accent to my life which will perfectly fit. Like chips and guacamole, or wine and cheese, or spicy curry and smooth light beer. I need that something which takes the sharpness out of me, who when blended with me produces something extraordinary.
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