How it is

Life simultaneously cleared and obscured. Things which I might not want to admit are true. Entering the unknown again, I wait. What, who, where. No path is straight. Inside wretching. Music fills my soul and comes out in tears. Paralysed. Walking, tight and hunched and scared. Myopic now but soon I'll diffuse, scattering myself among peoples and places. I try to keep my chin up.

"Look down at your hands, remember you're dreaming
and make it look how you want it to look,
feel how you want it to feel.
After all, the worlds we know are only made by dreamers."
-from Off the Map

Dreaming: The Idea & Facts

"Dreaming is a dangerous proposition; it dares us to risk everything, to walk blind into the hills, to do the hardest work in ourselves and in the world- and to reap the richest reward. Sometimes, possibly, our dreams urge us to reveal ourselves intimately to an audience of strangers, and hope they'll meet us where we most want to be." -from Off the Map.

The History: I've been doing it forever, back to childhood, when my mom thought I had a hearing problem, and my dad wrote letters to his grandmother describing me as "dreamy."

A Date: The movers are scheduled for May 24th, clearing up mental anxiety, making room for more dreaming.

The Bag: With the small green waterproof backpack that went to Asia in mind, I'm pondering what to wear to not look like a tourist and not look dirty; I still care about fashion even if I pretend I don't.

The Feeling: Rushing toward the mouth of the river where I'll soon be shot out into the open sea of travel and joblessness and wandering, the feeling of possibility overwhelms and envelops me, pushing me along and relaxing me at the same.

Where I would like to live someday

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