cagejam (cagejam) wrote,

The sunshine feels oppressive, like an overbearing lover. My tan lines are proof that summer is here, but she is only visiting.

I miss my innocence. I long for the days when everything was exciting and ripe with potential. The only thing that has changed is how I see. We fall victim to the habits and routines that once sustained us. I crave not adventure but the motivation behind it. I just want each day to feel new. I’m tired of watching television and I’m tired of boredom. I’m tired of complacency. Habits can be hard to break. To bend. To shift.

Visions in my mind inspire me, but where do I keep them safe from the monotony of this world? What calm is worth the denial of possibility?

Now that I know I can go. Further or closer, but with new eyes and hands and feet. Ones eager to experience.

Dear me, long gone, how did you fill your days? ( And why can’t I remember )

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