Travel Journal #15
I feel like I am forgetting so many things. I am also remembering things. The glib comments, the jealousy, the near constant melancholy. Is it possible that I haven't changed at all? That I have learned nothing?
I thought I was making progress. The closer I come to the end, the more I feel myself swinging back like a boomerang. And I desperately want to keep that from happening. How is the question. I still haven't found the answer. Except hovering here and treading water indefinitely, which is impossible.
Perhaps I got myself into something that truly has no exit. The pandora's box of a broken heart. The constancy of something incapable of regeneration.
I thought I was making progress. The closer I come to the end, the more I feel myself swinging back like a boomerang. And I desperately want to keep that from happening. How is the question. I still haven't found the answer. Except hovering here and treading water indefinitely, which is impossible.
Perhaps I got myself into something that truly has no exit. The pandora's box of a broken heart. The constancy of something incapable of regeneration.
posted by Ocean | 1:25 PM
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