Written on March 27, 2009 – 7:02 pm | by rassel
self-DISPLACEMENT. giving birth to myself.after the golden birthday im not exactly sure how to feel or what to expect after it has pasted. ive honestly never been this focused and successful as i am now with my career and at the same time never been so confused and lost with myself. so dont expect anything from me because i am on a totally different planet then everyone else. i dont know what to ask for this yr. because what i truely want left me and will not return. and subjecting my wants and wishes to unnecessary items for substitution could not and would not fullfill or restore my life and heart fully back it happiness. i dont know what i want in life. i’ve displaced myself for so long i have no idea who and where i am anymore. twenty-seven years in the making means shit to me. i really want to find myself again and have my universe centered around me.
simple life. as much as i’m being oblivious to female hetero-ideologies, splurts of imagination rocks the mind and i cant help but lust over what i hope my simple life will be, one day. though i know im not ready to settle to just be settled and my heart needs to be refurbished from being damaged goods before processing the distance between presents and future. and the changes and shiftbacks i have awaiting in my future will only postpone theories from the practice. as much as my life is together, is as much as not knowing what i really want. confused diba?! that i am. and thats one thing i can commit and omit to.
strange encounters. finding myself in the oddest situations and wonder if things just fall into the places they’re suppose. like puzzle pieces but not really. tuesday. tuesdays use to be my favorite days when tuesdays were once choosedays.
“they say if we dont know nobody then we hardly know ourselves.”
