Everything revolves around some sort of drug.
Love
Passion
Pot
Sex
Imagination
I am beginning to understand the need, the necessity, of living free. I am bound by my job...though not entirely griping at the moment...just understanding. I am bound by bills. That I have created. I am bound by the existence of my former self. And, yet, it is the former me that I miss most.
I feel as though I have found a mixture of the then me and the now me.
As though something wonderous can be fashioned together with just the right amount of each.
One day I will explain it all.
One day, I'll understand it myself.
Dont drink and post, my friends. Not when feeling whimsical and introspective.
If you can combine your older, more responsible self with your younger, more spontaneous and creative self, then you'd be a goldmine
ReplyDeleteIf you didn't drink and post while feeling whimsical then we wouldn't have great posts like this one. I like it when you get introspective.
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