This house feels so crowded lately. On and off, on and off. Growing so very bored of it.
But I’ve been feeling quite spirited lately with creativity tingling my senses more often. I suppose it’s from the two and a half hour journey I endure to get to work: one and a half hour for the bus ride out of the city, one hour for my aimless walk before reaching my place of work. Headphones the whole time - while people watching on the bus or walking through neighborhoods I haven’t ever been to before or taking the train track route while completely forgetting that I have to cross a filthy wide fast flowing river on wooden planks with a decent amount of negative space in-between them, leaving me no choice but to look down making my heart race pretty fucking fast. Finally reaching the end of my journey with such sore feet in such poorly supported shoes, I somehow don’t feel the least bit tired. There truly isn’t anything quite like your own thoughts in nature to free your mind of some demons and spark the pureness inside you.
