The Dream

I’m stuck.

It’s sort of like that John Mayer song “Waiting On The World To Change.”

I’m also kind of an agoraphobic. I don’t leave the house. Or maybe I’m just a recluse. Or maybe recluses live in fear of what’s out there too, that’s why they stay inside. I don’t know.

I’m afraid of traffic and I don’t understand why I haven’t been in a car accident yet. It’s just LUCK! And that’s something I choose not to live by… so I stay away from traffic as much as I can.

I want to live on a small island with all the basic necessities with a few friends and live happily ever after. That’s too come.

Until then…

(I’m going to try to write more in another post)