The idea of getting out of ourselves is how the trap holds us. Stuck as we are within ourselves we claw at the walls aimlessly while we hate what we are, rather than searching for the key of our self-transformation. I hope I find it soon or come to terms with myself as I am.
Thanks for the comments! I feel your winter pains. I am very much ready for this winter to be over. Like with people, it is better to part with winter on still happy terms.
its good to break out of ruts and all but sometimes its even better to settle down and learn a lessson or two before u think about up and packing your bags. otherwise we are just gypsies
i need to get away from my family… from this town. these people. i need to start over, i new place, a new name. some day, i’ll be new, and clean, and fresh. some day soon i hope.
Humans are, at our core, still herd animals. But there is a different set of predators now. We need to learn that we can walk away from some things and not be eaten by tigers. Literally and metaphorically.
My friend is in a bad place. He needs friends like me. And he has plenty. I need to stop this sic feeling thats inside of me that tears up my soul and makes the world seem terrifying and just unlivable. Maybe its not my friend who needs a pal but me who needs my friend.
the eagle wakes at the end of the storm
feeling trapped and alone
she glances at her home tree
its branches, like claws to her soul
one last cry on leaving
her powerful wings cut the air.
as she soars through moonlight skies
looking, searching
her graceful wings beating
to find her final place of rest
each branch she spies she settles
then rises once more
for none feel right
until she sees a warm
open, loving tree
its branches thick and safe
she perches
and breathes
and sleeps
on a branch, once a claw
now a hand
wrapping her in the security she needs.
she is home.
i need to get out of my head and on the road to somewhere where I can distract myself. I need to get out of my vicious circles. I need to get out of the rut of doing nothing and into the rut of doing everything.
All my friends are in a rut and then they’re out and everything in the world is perfect, then the dread fate drama falls upon them again, and I am once again the hapless pyschologist.
This is exactly how I feel. I’m angry and sad and want to run away so badly. I can’t though. It’s not just me. Maybe I’m in denial. Maybe running won’t really help anyway. Maybe if you run you run in a circle and end up where you started.
I need to get away from home. I need to be able to make decisions again.
I need to get away from my life…and start a new one
I need to get away from this dark cloud that never goes away. I need a permanent sun.
i need to get away from myself.
The idea of getting out of ourselves is how the trap holds us. Stuck as we are within ourselves we claw at the walls aimlessly while we hate what we are, rather than searching for the key of our self-transformation. I hope I find it soon or come to terms with myself as I am.
I’d like to get out of my head. Just for a little bit.
i need to get out of this living space. i want to still love the people i live with by the time i leave.
i want to claw my way out of winter with hot sharp nails and scrabble in the frozen ground until i hit moist green grass.
Thanks for the comments! I feel your winter pains. I am very much ready for this winter to be over. Like with people, it is better to part with winter on still happy terms.
like nick, i need to get out of my head.
To quote Buckaroo Bonzai: “Just remember: Wherever you go, there you are.”
There is no escape. There never was.
Thanks for the comment, that’s a really good quote.
I need to get away from business school. It’s beating the life right out of me.
I’d like to get away from the path I’ve chosen.
How ironic, that I just got home from staying at a mental institute for three days after an attempted suicide.
things dont happen by accident, Kaitlin.
Escaping is the first half the problem, the other half is usually where you end up.
its good to break out of ruts and all but sometimes its even better to settle down and learn a lessson or two before u think about up and packing your bags. otherwise we are just gypsies
i need to get away from my family… from this town. these people. i need to start over, i new place, a new name. some day, i’ll be new, and clean, and fresh. some day soon i hope.
I need to stay here. I feel I have found the path I am supposed to be on, and from here I can see my friends, and help them find theirs.
Humans are, at our core, still herd animals. But there is a different set of predators now. We need to learn that we can walk away from some things and not be eaten by tigers. Literally and metaphorically.
I need to stop running.
My friend needs to find his green pastures. I want him to stay so badly, but I love him so much, I need to him to be free.
My friend is in a bad place. He needs friends like me. And he has plenty. I need to stop this sic feeling thats inside of me that tears up my soul and makes the world seem terrifying and just unlivable. Maybe its not my friend who needs a pal but me who needs my friend.
the eagle wakes at the end of the storm
feeling trapped and alone
she glances at her home tree
its branches, like claws to her soul
one last cry on leaving
her powerful wings cut the air.
as she soars through moonlight skies
looking, searching
her graceful wings beating
to find her final place of rest
each branch she spies she settles
then rises once more
for none feel right
until she sees a warm
open, loving tree
its branches thick and safe
she perches
and breathes
and sleeps
on a branch, once a claw
now a hand
wrapping her in the security she needs.
she is home.
i need to get out of my head and on the road to somewhere where I can distract myself. I need to get out of my vicious circles. I need to get out of the rut of doing nothing and into the rut of doing everything.
All my friends are in a rut and then they’re out and everything in the world is perfect, then the dread fate drama falls upon them again, and I am once again the hapless pyschologist.
Too many. After a while I finally learned that you can only push so hard and in the end, it’s up to them.
This is exactly how I feel. I’m angry and sad and want to run away so badly. I can’t though. It’s not just me. Maybe I’m in denial. Maybe running won’t really help anyway. Maybe if you run you run in a circle and end up where you started.