gundheri

Sometimes the things we need to truly say, can't be said. They need to be whispered... so silently that no one, not even ourselves can hear them...

I know, it doesn't make sense, but its late, and right now my mind is needing a small release from its little prison. I travel a lot, yet I never really go anywhere, and I find as I ... well to quote a better man then myself ... "look at the world through a windshield, watching it fly by me on the right" ... I find there are so many things I should be doing other then this. I like to see myself as more then I am, but really... its just the arrogance in me that refuses to admit I was wrong so many times.

Its strange really It took me this long to even grasp that I'm lost... that deep down there's a [art of me that's broken and I can't seem to find a way to fix it. I want to..I'm just not sure how...

Then again maybe that's the crux of it. that some of us are meant to be this way, to be broken... maybe its all apart of some big cosmic balance... I don't rightly know. In the end all I know is that I'm broken, and I want desperately to fix the hole I've made...

I also know that I really wish I was home...