I have this unexplainable desire to buy a pen. I know it sounds absolutely like a ranting of a 60 year old professor but I cannot help but want a nice new expensive pen. Actually there is nothing stopping me. Especially since I just walked out, on my own accord. Why be somewhere you don't want to be?
Besides the sudden mad impulses to splurge on stationery, life is bearable. Yet I cannot help chewing on how some perceptions can alter itself overnight. I find myself in bed with Indifference and it annoys me how he hogs the whole bed.
I am at this crossroads trying to decide which road to take. Normally I would just charge ahead senselessly and hope that if it was a mistake I would find my way back but tonight, I am taking my time in deciding.
Not asking for absolution but simply a place I can call my own. Maybe the next move is not mine, after all and I am merely waiting for my ride.
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