i would much rather talk with you face to face.
Life.
Is.
Hard.
but beautiful.
exciting.
intriguing.
one day, after an extremely difficult day at work, and a few costly events earlier in the week, i had to get away. i didn't want another human in my sight, for fear my scowl would vaporize the poor soul where it stood.
i grabbed a water bottle.
my fanny pack.
a headband.
and my ear buds.
so long world.
and so i started. i just started walking east. to the mountain. leaving civility behind along with my troubles.
and so, i walked.
the weeks events unfolding in my brain. the tension. the bitterness.
the angry music pulsated in my ears. every drum beat, every guitar strum, wound me tighter.
to my amazement, removing my headphones revealed a world of noise no i pod could duplicate. the birds seemed to be in a frenzy of song. the notes fell around me like rain.
the crunch of the earth beneath my shoes took me away from the soft carpets of home. the wind whistled through the countless trees, and dulled out my minds static.
and so, i listened.
the sun beat upon my bare skin, and i welcomed it. no breeze to cool me, and no shade to conceal me. the clouds fled the scene today. the sweat stung my eyes, and stained my hair.
the cool water to my lips, offered a moments escape.
and so, i felt.
the sun grew weary in the sky, and began to fall toward the horizon. so my course turned home.
the path wasn't physically straining.
the road was smooth.
there was no destination. only a journey.
it started as an cool down method, and slowly morphed into a self evaluation.
i needed to have a few words with me.
i learned a few ugly truths.
i am quick to anger.
quicker to judge.
and on the lookout for the negative.
my toolbox is out. and I'm going to try and fix me some more.
nobody wants a broken somebody.
so here i sit. tightening my screws and putting myself back together.
hopefully some will notice the new improvements.
is the someone you?
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