I don't know where and when I lost touch with myself. But now I'm flailing my arms blindly, deafly, trying to find my own self again.
Monday, November 7, 2011
I was graced with the luck of having so many amazing experiences in my life, that I am now left with only high expectations of every waking moment, and I no longer see the beauty of everything around me. Simple things used to spark my mind. A blue sky, the clouds, a leaf, a bug against the bark of a tree. Now I walk under the sky as if it is a blank canvas, and I don't know what to do with it, nor do I notice it. I don't know what to write anymore. I don't know how I feel anymore. I feel like a walking, expressionless blank sheet, bleached, conforming to the shape of everything I land on.