With the air getting breezier and warmer, and the times changing faster than you can say, "What the fuck?", I find myself in an uproar of chaotic emotion. I find myself belly button deep in a nameless ocean and I've got not a canoe or a paddle.
When foreign feelings creep up and make you act impulsively, like a free spirited 10 year old, you don't usually question the outcome. Cause that wouldn't be being free. Taking chances is tricky for sure. How will you ever know what something's worth if you don't dig a little. Live a little. Not think so much. Will I live to regret this chapter? And will it be worth it? I guess if it's worth it, you can't really regret, huh?
Time will tell I suppose. I've got arms.. and at this rate, I can swim for days.
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