I'm still recovering from a 3 week illness.
Going from one virus to another,
I feel I'm not just infecting myself, but the others around me.
College, as I was told, are the "best years of my life".
Carefree and full of life.
Sometimes I feel that way,
but then I feel like I'm stuck in a cage.
I'm being fed and being cared for,
but my legs are cramped and my body's sore.
I just want to get out and run, feel the air twist and turn, and just
be alive.
I want to feel like what I'm doing is making a difference.
And I'm beginning to feel that these changes,
are ones that I don't want to accept.
I want to mold them into my own sculpture.
Not somebody else's that I was meant to copy.
Everyone has their own masterpiece.
I have no clue what my masterpiece is.
And I've been searching, but no luck thus far.
But maybe that's not the point.
Maybe it's okay to just sit back, relax, and let the river run it's course.
Well, I've been known to make the ride rocky,
but maybe it's good to let the ship sail instead of sink.
(We all know who won the battle between the Titanic and the Ice-burg).
I don't want to be the Ice-burg.
Like Ben Howard says,
Keep your Head Up
Keep your Heart Strong
My head's feeling heavy, but I'll look straight ahead.
My heart's had some tears, but I'm patching up the seams.
The storm is calming down.
Although the sea is peaceful and my ship is still standing,
I just really need to find some peace of mind.
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