| | Vernazza, Cinque Terre
Sometimes I wish to be better.
A better person.
A better friend.
A better artist.
I want to be the one who inspires,
and not the one who waits.
Sometimes I want to always have something to say,
and never bore you for a minute.
Sometimes I wish that I worked harder,
and followed my hopes of one day
becoming a musician.
Or a writer.
Sometimes I long to go to far away places,
but know that my heart won't let me leave.
I want to go with my intuition,
and follow those fleeting fantasies of creativity.
And I want to be able to express those feelings,
that no one else sees.
Sometimes I wish I kept in better touch.
But I'm scared.
And nervous.
And feeling a little bit low.
My desires and future plans seem to change all too frequently. There are so many things I wish for myself, but I'm not sure if some of them will ever come true or not. Maybe changing my mind so often is what's stunting me, but how do you know when to follow? Perhaps an ideal version of me was lost a few years ago -- when I used to feel apart of something. I can remember feeling meaningful connections with the world and was excited most days. When my soul was worn down, I embraced those brilliant ideas that tend to accompany lonely moods. Maybe it's just a part of growing up... reality sets in and you no longer think about things the way you used to anymore. And before you know it, you hardly know yourself.
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| | Posted 10/3/2007 6:07 PM - 27 Views - 2 eProps - 1 Comment
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