moving in

a second post for the new home. in the other home, the pipes are leaking, the roof has a big hole in it, which is nice, because i get to see the night sky when i lie down in my bed. there are some stars that shine. but inevitably, it gets cold and uncomfortable.

i remain surrounded by rules, most of which are unwritten. i never break the rules; i stay within the boundaries laid before me. in this way, i fail to grow. fighting for stability, i have found a certain degree of it, yet, i somehow crave more. more what? i don't have an answer for that. more life research, i guess. you spend your whole life trying so desperately to avoiding any radical feelings, and you seek a lifestyle that accomodates this lack of feeling. then at some point you realize how stunted a lifestyle this is. and you seek to break from it. you only hope it's not too late.