The buzz of a new person is addicting, and I often indulge myself relentlessly and completely, as I do with most things. But as always I want put down my new toy as quickly as I picked it up, finding boredom in sameness. I’m realizing this exists inside of me, and it’s just a feeling, and doesn’t necessarily mean I have to listen to the urge telling me to fly.
what can I say, I’m a sucker for a good escape, and for me, an escape can be anything, anyone. Traveling, I’ve realized recently is good for me. it scratches this itch.. allows me to slip into a new life, into new people even just for a bit.
skisby:
😔 being said new toy 🧸 Fun while it last though! Perhaps you love the idea of love, but are also passionate about your own independence.