He was perfection. He defined and set the bar to unreachable heights. He was perfection.
But it’s funny how life changes. I don’t know whether he changed or weather situations changed, but the man that I loved for being all the things that I want, is now the man that I struggle to love because he is everything I struggle with wanting to be my ideal.
…somehow, I lost the will to type. I never fell short of words, but I was busier chasing heart first after some other shit. Ultimately, I tired of the chase and recognized that this one thing must encapsulate the meaning of PASSION. Though, I didn’t think much about jotting down thoughts, I never considered not writing anymore. And even knowing that this venue had been my source of release for such a long time, I became recluse to it. I carried my weight on my shoulders, never sharing the burden with anyone else. I forgot about the animal instinct to survive. Instead, I succumbed to the urge to just…
Got a whole bunch of entries waiting to be posted. Unfortunately, they are all on my laptop and I can’t wirelessly connect to this computer. I’m in the D (that’s Detroit, for those who might be wondering). I’ve been doing a lot more contemplative thought than I normally do. One thing that keeps resurfacing in my head, is how much I really want to take another trip to Chicago.
