We all exist from day to day, bound or shackled in some way. No one is exempt from the feeling of helplessness from time to time, or all of the time for that matter. I can feel my head get lighter as I learn more about myself and the world of people around me. I want to be alone in the woods. I want to speak no human's tongue to the tree bark and to the air. Just get it all out. Probably just wind up cussing and crying towards the stars. Not only for my mistakes and shortcomings, but for the mistakes and shortcomings of everyone before and after me. I guess I'm not really sad or anything. I appreciate more these days. Sometimes I feel tired and think about how rare inspiration is. Like a rocket that never took off, just realizing it's too late to satisfy that wanderlust. But I know that I've really just started, or at least I'm hoping so.
