Constantly wanting to be galvanized with just the company of myself…. But why is a more involved life the aphrodisiac of my deeper passion? I run into one thing, void it due to too much hunger, and gnaw my lips raw at the impending possibilities of everyday. Where am I going wrong? Where’s the fire?
I miss dancing, film, overwhelming passion and the genuinity in the people I met back home.
Maybe tomorrow, I’ll do something more differently with the routine.