I fell as if I have an ongoing battle in my mind. A battle between good and evil, right and wrong. What I feel is right and what I want right now, I strive for something I know I'll never have. I'm scared. I want to sell all my shit, moved out of my apartment and hit the road with nothing but my camera, bike, and my bag. This is the only thing I feel will make me happen. Just ride off and see what's out there. I've become to accustomed to the luxuries and possessions in my life. I'm to attached to my records, vintage shirts, odds and ends and pretty much anything I've spent time and money on. These things keep me grounded, and I know I didn't have them I wouldn't be sitting in my apartment. No longer hiding behind my things, my computer screen, glued to my couch. I feel as if I'm not meant to be stuck in one place for to long, I need to be in different places, I need change or travel. I want to ride of into a new land, sun at my back, sweat on my brow, a fresh breeze running it's fingers through my hair. Soon, soon I will know what I will do, soon I'll grow up, lose my fear and break away. I feel as if a little more growing is needed here, then I can leave.
i want to do that too, except for the sweating thing. and maybe i would take my laptop too to find new places to go to, and my dogs! :]
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