Too many thoughts, jumping around my head. Banging into one another. It’s a mad house. Not the song, a mad house. Untethered human beings set free. Free to find the crazy in the average and continue to misunderstand it.
Parts of my life are repeating themselves. Simplest description: I’m freaking out. It might be a strong translation of my thoughts but that sums it up.
5 years I lived hindered beneath the weight of someone else. I can’t do that again. Sadly the actions that began that long journey are repeating themselves in a manner that is…a mirror image. Different players, same game, same key moves.
I know things are bothering me when I become obsessed with a show on Netflix. Silly. But that instant gratification of you being someone else, somewhere else, doing “else” things. With books you have time for thoughts in-between the sentences or in the spaces between words.
I don’t want to be a typecast in my life.