You know before all of this professional life stuff, this was my solitude. Now my normality has been forced to be my solitude. It's like I've lost my voice in my connection to written word. This language I used to hum and breathe in religiously has been sucked up into a vat. Life has been going. It's almost November and I don't really remember even opening my eyes up for August. I'm happy time is moving quickly, but at the same time wondering what I am doing with all this potential life has stuffed into my soul and is now floating inside of me and it's forced out in the form of a near panic attack? There are personal projects that have been put on the back burner in order for life to take it's course. But the sweet things in life that we've always have been told are the sweet things in life, like buy your first car taste like artificial sweetener. Why does being home at 2pm on a Thursday taste sweeter than honey, but owning a piece of property taste like human-tampered medicine? The good thing about growing up? I feel like I can do whatever I want now because I'm understanding that no one owns my life but me. That's like sunshine on your neck- you don't need added sweetness when you feel like that.
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