Is there a woman who enjoys great food, drink, music, outdoor activities, humor, and travel? If yes, can I buy you a drink? These Kanye West samples have me all messed up right now.
I’ve come this far with a different map in each of my hands. They’re drawn completely from memory. One takes me home, one takes me nowhere in particular. I always seem to pick the path with all the shortcuts open and the lines and the circles more steadily drawn. (I guess there’s only one more way to go.) I always seem to say the things that I had promised I would leave unspoken and act surprised when they come tumbling out into the air and sounding wrong. (We’ve all been way too far away from home.) I never thought of what would happen if I ever found the gate closed, tethered in rusted thread and iced over blue and grey from the cold. (It’s time to break off all those chains of old.) But the gate holds, allowing entrance to the wind and smaller leaves and I am stuck now, homebound. (I guess there’s only one more way to go.) Can I turn back? Is it too late? Is there some place I belong? Is there any place to call a home?Kuroi Ledge (via thecircazeppelin)
And I felt ashamed I’d ignore all the hands that extend before and around me. Because I was afraid to change but that’s not an excuse to stay, it’s not an excuse.