i am so tired

listening to: The Devil Wears Prada - Still Fly (Big Tymers cover)

hm... i want really bad to be not the same. i want too bad to be what you(plural, collective, but by no means everyone) want. this only leads to the loss of me. oh to be back in that place again, the place where the possibilities were all exciting and nothing was beyond my grasp. it's from that point that i could jump to the next good thing.

he explained,

"but there is no longer a path behind.
you see, this place has become an island.
those who wish to stare back upon the traveled road lose the path ahead."

and i looked down in dismay,

"it seems you're right.
while i look backwards there is nothing ahead.
but..."
and i let out a long sigh,
"i am not ready, i am not prepared"

i am so tired