This is my space to stop trying to *be* something and just... wander.
We've all lost so much. It's easy to forget what keeps us going in the first place. But we choose what the world is in how we perceive it. So, no matter how much this world takes from me, I will choose to believe what I always have. That the bonds between people are so much more valuable than the things we own or what kind of achievements we have. And the world will continue to kick me in the teeth, just like it always has. But it won't matter.©simplywandering
I'm finding it difficult to share myself. Everyone always has so much going on. And I'm happy to help them. But I find myself unable to let them into my world, into my pain. How can I? I see them suffer and struggle so much. I want to alleviate their pain, not add to it.©simplywandering
I do not wish to bother others. And I do not wish to be bothered by others. So I close the door and lock it shut. I watch as they pass by my window. I feel alone. But to be with others causes me pain. There is no answer. This is the dilemma.©simplywandering
Can I Still Be The Wanderer?
I've always been in love with this idea of the wanderer that exists in my mind. I couldn't give you an exact definition, but it was always something I wanted to be. But my life has gone through some radical changes. I've become part of a family, I'm about to become a father, and I'm about to start one of those real jobs I've heard so much about. So now I'm left with some questions. Is it still possible for me to be the wanderer? And did it ever matter in the first place?©simplywandering
On The Inside
What are you, an idiot? You were born defective. You're lucky if you can just barely scrape out a meager existence. You're lucky that you found someone even willing to tolerate you. Just keep to yourself, don't bother anyone with your bullshit emotions. And always remember, they all hate you as much as I do.©simplywandering
Left alone again. I can't blame them. They're just two incomplete people, trying to be whole. That's all any of us are. But I can't shake this feeling. I always feel so alone, so isolated. Nothing ever fills the void. Nothing.©simplywandering
Truth is I'm not much of an artist. Truth is I'm not much of a writer either. I just like to tell the truth. It feels good to say the things I think we all want to say, or wish someone else would. The world likes to take are true experiences, the dark and sorrowful ones, and push them aside. But I think that's the core of who we are. Happiness is rather general, I find. But sorrow, that's personal. It fills me with pain, sure. But it also makes me feel real and alive.©simplywandering
Once Upon A Time
Once upon a time there was a child. Once upon a time there was a dreamer. Once upon a time there was an artist. Once upon a time we were Peter Pan. Now who are we? And more importantly, how do we go back?©simplywandering
No matter how close we get. No matter how much you love me. No matter how much I love you. We will never stop being alone.©simplywandering
What if I closed my eyes and that was the end? What if you never saw me again? What if I never existed at all? What if I were happier that way? What if I never belonged here in the first place?©simplywandering