Sometimes I know where I'm going, only to find myself suddenly wondering where I'm wandering. Just circles, the pattern my foot steps make. Circles and figure eights. A big wobbly oval that perpetuates. I'm just all over the place. Sometimes it amazes me when I just stop to wonder how I ended up here. This funny place I've found myself. These filthily places I've landed. The trouble I've gotten out of as well as the trouble I've gotten into. There's little to extrapolate on but many seconds to just chuckle about and think how wonderful life is, how saddening it's been, how much more there is to live.
Sometimes it's hard to stay in one place, for the most part mentally. It's like having on again off again ADHD. My mind is always racing in directions that cause a loud tear. I can be in all three places of the past, present, and future. Always on the go, that's just me, an A type personality. Sometimes it's a lonely place to be, always trying to be somewhere in "later" but never in the "now". I guess I'm lucky one fine man grabbed a hold of my hand and made me sit the fuck down. It just took a little rough housing to wrestle me into a stillness I've only glimpse at through the corners of my eyes. Submission is the last line.
The Skinny
- Jie Hua
- Detroit, Mi
- I'm in the process. I'd like to expand on that, but it's in the process. I go about my business under the guidance of gut-feelings and universal street signs. I see myself as a very quiet person. Not because I have little to say, only that my abundant thoughts know not where to start. As a child I fantasized about looking through a telescope to give me truth about the world. It amuses me now that what I am doing is looking down a microscope in an effort to reevaluate my holistic position. I am a loner, a drifter, a dreamer.
