I'm feeling dull
And flabby
And as though I've settled
Life in A2 is pleasant
It's nice
There are things to do
And people I like
But I miss the electric buzz of the New York City
The pent up sexuality of Singapore
The endless alleys to explore in Thailand
I'm feeling as though experience is being sucked out of me
And that there's very little being soaked up
And being dry is my biggest fear
I want to do 'new'
Try 'new'
To be afraid
To be nervous
To be energized
I want to feel naive
Unworldly
I want to not understand
I want unease
And uncertainty
And experimentation
In a controlled way
I want it as a possibility
Not as a certainty
As an option
Which makes me greedy
But also means I have a criteria for what's next.
I'm excited for the next move.
Impatient for it.
But I'm hanging in.
And I'm doing okay.
Which is why I came here
And why, for now, A2 is enough.
But I can hear the clock ticking
And my 'feed me' drive spooling up.
1 comment:
Unease? Uncertainty? Experimentation? I think I might have an idea. Give me a few weeks.
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