The Sunny Side to Complete and Utter Madness

Jess | 22 | Jupiter, Florida | Taken | Photographer | Realtor Assistant | Welcome to my Emotional Dumping Ground
So it turns out that people are completely retarded.

So it turns out that people are completely retarded.

The days get shorter and the nights get cold. 
I like the autumn but this place is getting old. 
I pack up my belongings and I head for the coast. 
It might not be a lot but I feel like I’m making the most. 
The days get longer and the nights smell green. 
I guess it’s not surprising but it’s spring and I should leave. 

I like songs about drifters - books about the same. 
They both seem to make me feel a little less insane. 
Walked on off to another spot. 
I still haven’t gotten anywhere that I want. 
Did I want love? Did I need to know? 
Why does it always feel like I’m caught in an undertow? 

The moths beat themselves to death against the lights. 
Adding their breeze to the summer nights. 
Outside, water like air was great. 
I didn’t know what I had that day. 
Walk a little farther to another plan. 
You said that you did, but you didn’t understand. 

I know that starting over is not what life’s about. 
But my thoughts were so loud I couldn’t hear my mouth. 
My thoughts were so loud I couldn’t hear my mouth. 
My thoughts were so loud.

Just because there’s an end doesn’t mean existence has meaning. An end point is simply set up as a temporary market, or perhaps as an indirect metaphor for the fleeting nature of existence.

—Haruki Murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running (via bookmania)

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