Sunday, May 10, 2015

Moving again and forever.

I'm packing up my things and watching only lovers left alive. Sometimes a gentle reminder that things keep moving despite all instability, that the spirit is what I am here for. That each day is a new lesson and that I spend my days trying to follow my heart as much as possible. It still sucks when you know not everything is going to fit, that you'll just be somewhere else soon enough and you just try to stay with it. 

Sometime I romanticize going crazy and moving into a field and never worrying about the future, but the future is what I live for. 

In my lifetime power lines will disappear. And plastics will be over. And I might just find a home. Or not.