a seagull on a beach.

I've been dreaming of the weirdest things... but most have something similar; it's about being denied, being afraid, in the dark. And the person denying me is always the person that I'd want acknowledgement from. Does it mean something? Hard to accept that now even in sleep some feeling of obsecurity overwhelms me. I had always relied on it to be a safe haven, but now everything seems uncertain. Or maybe its just time for me to create what it is that I really want my life to be. Shifting, for a change, is not supposed to be something I can comfortably live with forever, as things come, things go. A new parting, a new beginning. Not that I'd forsake everything I've left behind; it's there for me to go back to, and start again.

A feeling of hopelessness washes over me. How I wish I could just drift away with the waves.

I bought the book Jonathan Sebastian Seagull by Richard Bach. There are more things to life than just flying for food, to survive; I believe when I say there is a purpose to fly for the sake of flying, to dream, to soar and take hold of beliefs. I admire those that do, and I want to be one of those. It really helps me to cheer up just when I feel like I've lost my sense of direction. ^_^