Beyond the pier and the sea, so far away that earth has time to curve so we can't see it, is France. I don't know what is wrong with me but I long to be there or maybe beyond that. I don't know and I don't care, just as long as I'm not here and just as long as I'm not doing what I'm doing here. I want to go, I want to be somewhere else. I want to be lost in the world and still feel safe.
There is nothing wrong with being here really, I got everything well set up for me but that little gnawing feeling of wanting to be out there and beyond still bothers me. It kind of makes me want to cry.