There are days when I feel like I have all the time in the world. Days when I feel patient, when I have this idea that everything will turn out all right. And there are days like today, when I don’t feel like it is going to be okay at all.
I look at my life. I can see no pattern of openness. I am not meeting any new souls around the corner. I am not opening up. I am buried in my art. Exerted by my work.
My life is full. There is no room for the unexpected. There is no prospect of change. I see the same people at work every day, my friends, my family. No one new can ever pop up and sweep me off my feet in these conditions.
Time is flying by and I am stuck in a virtuous, vicious circle.
I keep feeling in your blank. Still your absence keeps popping back up.