Ever feel revitalized at the nostalgic sensation of spring and all the attached memories, yet at the same time realize you're simply traveling in circles? Because by next year you'd have created more feelings from the previous year, and that nostalgia will return again, and so forth...I stepped out the car, peered at the blinding sun, felt the cool wind, and thought, another bloody spring...I have to wonder if these words of rampant dislike merely reflect my past, and are simply manifesting as my thoughts grow and expand..but I know there exists a shred of hope that somehow, a miracle will occur, disturbing the path of frayed, stubborn normality.. The idea itself is romantic, wishing for impossible to save oneself from the horrid, bland society we live in, fruitlessly trying to obtain that goal from the deepest recesses of our mind, needlessly suppressing such genius, conforming to one straight line..
/sigh.