Taken March 14, 2014
March Break is essentially over now and, as usual, it feels like it’s ending too soon. I sat and watched everyone’s worlds change and shape into something new around me while I waited (for what, I’m not sure). The air around me that once allowed for momentum to carry me through life has become thick and heavy. I’ve lost momentum now and the weight of everything keeps me suspended in space with no support and no way of propelling myself forward. Everything feels as though it’s lacking and I’m battling to be content with it because there’s also something that fits alright, like maybe I’m getting close to something good. I feel like somewhere, somehow I’m going to end up in the right place and though it’ll take time and it won’t last forever things will feel like they fit together again.