i feel like there's something crawling underneath my skin. i see ten different things in front of me, each one out of reach, and each one the wrong and right choice.
i left town. i was stressed, too busy, had too many commitments, and i left town. three weeks. gone. absent, not in contact, except to a few. nothings changed. my skin is still crawling and i still don't know where to turn. i want to run. i guess that's what i did, but i want to run again, more pertinently and further. the other side of the world, gone. disappeared. i wondering if i will always be haunted by the freedom i felt in japan?
that's what it was: freedom. from commitments, from talking to people, from making decisions. it's the cheaters way out. the cop-out. it's not something i believe in.
face your problems, demons, what have you; do not run. i am not lola.
it's probably the 3 hours of sleep last night, the jittery starbucks this morning, i'll be fine tomorrow, after i sleep.
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i was in japan. here i recorded moments, probably more than you'll ever read. now i am in portland, oregon. u.s.a. my home. and i'm becoming a filmmaker.
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Aww, rizu! Hey thanks for the comment on my blog. I'm bummed to see ya bummed, and wish there was something I could do. Alas...
Would you like a link on my blog? Are you into bikes, you wanna do a guest post? I don't wish to add to the list of people you have to deal with, so don't sweat it if you're just not into it.
Thanks again for stopping by.
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