I wonder if
Sometimes I ask myself, What am I doing here? Where am I? Am I doing the right thing? And lastly, What is home? Traveling all over Austin and neighboring towns, I'm always on a mission. Off to that place for a party or over there for work. Going here to drink coffee and there for live music. Always moving, always conversing....And for what? An illusion of comfort. That I am not alone down here.....My original plan of happily ever after with Mr. Wonderful did not blow up in my face already. I fill my days with assignments and duties so that I'm adequately distracted from the understanding of how alone I actually am.
I wonder if my family remembers the way I would sing in the evenings to those old steel strings that still need to be changed?
I wonder if my friends from the past remember the trips to the beach and sand in our sneaks from playing frisbee on the shore?
I wonder if my bestest still knows how to play cups like our late night tournaments over straight espresso shots, 2:30 in the morning...
My world has changed drastically, I sometimes forget who I am, where I'm from, and what brought me here in the first place. All I know is that, there is a reason.....This is my life, at this point in time, for a reason....
I wonder if my family remembers the way I would sing in the evenings to those old steel strings that still need to be changed?
I wonder if my friends from the past remember the trips to the beach and sand in our sneaks from playing frisbee on the shore?
I wonder if my bestest still knows how to play cups like our late night tournaments over straight espresso shots, 2:30 in the morning...
My world has changed drastically, I sometimes forget who I am, where I'm from, and what brought me here in the first place. All I know is that, there is a reason.....This is my life, at this point in time, for a reason....
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