5.32

To be completely honest, I'm so fucking tired. I'm so tired of images. Images of nothing I want to see; images of nothing that means anything to me. Fuck this shit.

I wonder sometimes how much "home" has changed. Maybe I won't even recognize home anymore. Where I used to spend idle hours is no longer there...where I used to think was part of what was to be expected is no longer there.

At the end of the day, there's always that one place where you are ultimately supposed to be. For me, it's not here. For me, it's a pier that no longer exists - except for in the very recesses of my mind. The ever-changing familiarity.

So maybe I'm still a little ambivalent. But there's no doubt about certain things. The absolute certainty of a purple morning. The absolute being where you are supposed to be. Maybe I'm still not sure...but at least I am.

I'm so done.