Pensive

Sometimes I envision my life like a chalk board. There are too many things being put onto it and soon I can't even tell what's what anymore. There's a horribly long list of things I have to get to and things to think about... I wish I could just take an eraser and start everything anew and fresh. I want to downsize my life into something that feels manageable. I want only to deal with the things that are absolutely necessary and to be able to put everything else out of mind. (Out of sight, out of mind.) I want to be completely independent (mostly so I don't get disappointed by people). Sometimes I want to go into hiding too, like a hermit. What if we all just lived our lives in simplicity like that, essentially only having to worry about surviving? I feel like people enjoy complications too much. We're all a bunch of masochists.

Is it spring yet?

This is my outside music.

Won't you come and enjoy the sky with me?