Unfortunately, I don't have anything to write about that I've been dying to say all day. Currently have candles lit, lights off, music playing, sitting on my floor, popping bubbles, skimming my twitter feed and admiring my splendid tower of vinyl records that support a cheap turntable. I'm a little dazed and confused at the moment. A little satisfied and tousled. A little detached and a little bound. I've been wrestling with a lot of emotions lately that are terribly unexplainable even to myself. Why do people play such a overruling, demanding role in our lives? They hurt you, they love you, they leave you, they need you; but it's never the act you want or need at the right time. Everything happens for a reason right? What if that reason isn't sensible or realistic because it makes everything ten times worse than it is or needs to be? Or what if that reason snaps things into focus and it isn't what you had envisioned? Being afraid to face the unknown is an everyday battle for me. Where I am.. is safe. The world is not. But you have to face the music some time.
