Am I here, am I there? It's gotten to the point where my world has hit a strange, and unfamiliar crossroad between past and present. But from what I know, there is no past because it already happened, and there is no future cause it has yet to happen. As for present, that's the problem. I don't feel like I'm anywhere right now.
It's a bit of a floaty feeling, but then at the same time it's like I'm going somewhere but I'm not sure where. Does that make sense? If not, I'm sorry to those that read my journal entries. It's been so long, and here I go with a confusing concept.
Anyway, I also wanted to post tonight because there is something about the night air that makes me want to share my thoughts. Something like a flicker of inspiration? A flash of a meeting with my long lost muse? I'm not sure what it is, but I just needed to type something. Say something.
I have no idea it's a strange urge. But there is one thing I'd like to say before I end this random blurb of practically nonsense:
"Wherever you feel you are in the world, don't ever think that you don't have a place. Because everyone has a place in the world. A place to live, a place to call home, and a place with somebody."
-Raine
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