It’s Probably Best that Most of My Life is Illegible

Sometimes you just need to go somewhere. You don’t really need to go anywhere, just have to be somewhere you’re not. And you gotta walk. You can’t drive there. Just walk back and forth. Gotta retrace your steps and figure things out, gotta see where you are and then turn right round and see where you came from. It’s like therapy or something. You just gotta move around and be a little organic.

There’s no symbolism in it. It’s just moving, that’s all you gotta do. That’s all it is: walking.

Then you get done it’s sort of out of you. Then you just want to sit and be still… But you think it’d be a good idea to just pack your bag and go. There’s no where to go really – but you want to go and not come back.

It won’t work though. So you stay.

I was trying to figure out stars before – just like the five point ones you draw free hand. That’s all.