I’m slowly climbing my way back up. I’m climbing up to rebuild my strength. I’m climbing up to sustain my sanity. I’m climbing to just release my fears once I reach the top, many a years from here. So where am I? I’m located at the bottom of this mountain in the cold, windy weather. I’ll beat it.
I blacked out today during class. Well, yesterday too. Sometimes these visions ruin my path of thoughts. Suddenly, everything is black. I can’t think. Can’t see. What’s in front? What’s going on? I don’t know. I want a free weekend and one free weekday.
I took this as a compliment because it kinda does describes me. I look out after the historical pieces and think about the past a lot. A lot of the things I try to reference lead to the 1960’s, or something along the lines of the Kennedy clan. And I guess this person meant that I resemble the oldies, but am modern. Hmph. I can’t really tie it all together so very well since it’s been 5 days since that conversation.