Random Rantings

I'm not sixteen anymore and maybe that's the problem, I'm attached to a lifestyle which I'm naturally trying to grow out of.

I leave, but then I get homesick.

When I return I become disillusioned with this city, some nights the city lights nauseate me.

And then there's the days where I close my eyes and find myself walking in the sand.

I'm between wanderlust and homesickness....between a tumultuous past and an uncertain future.

Hangovers and headaches aside, I'm perplexed by the way my path in life has become another cliché "fork in the road".

My existence is branching off in so many different directions, I'm not at all sure how I'll come out of this.

So this happened today...