I wish it were different. I wish it were all different. But different never changes this. Moving and building a new life in a location never fixes this. I want to run from this place, as I do from every place I flee to. I have nowhere I want to go. I just want to go.
March 2012
“Light, feeling, and sense will pass away; and in this condition must I find my happiness.”
—Mary Shelley, Frankenstein (The Modern Prometheus)
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Today, I am sad. Sad in a way that I haven’t felt very recently. It is a sadness that weighs you down, makes you feel heavy. A sadness that pumps lead through your heart to your veins, allowing the heaviness to encompass your entire body. A sorrow that leaves you longing for a distant time when happiness was found in the simpler things. A sorrow that strips the color from all that your eyes encounter. A sorrow that follows you as if it is your own shadow. Today, I am sad in this way.
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