Here I come.
So, I fucked up out in California... and I'm back home now.
I'm kinda sad... not sad really, but a little dissapointed in myself I suppose.
I really wanted to make it out there. I planned to come back to visit, but honestly i never wanted to LIVE here again. So I'm a little sour for that reason.
But, there are positives:
-Megan.
-I get to spend time with my family. See how my brother is growing up; be an active part of it.
-I return feeling refreshed, and i don't intend to let that stagnant feeling set back in.
-I can make a hell-of-a-lot more money here than I could in Yosemite.
-There are opportunities to PERFORM here, albeit kinda lame. I actually have options.
-The lake is here, and It's sweet.
-Michigan summers are actually pretty awesome.
-Megan.
So, yeah.
I'm here.
And I'll likely be here for a while--regretably, but not, at the same time.
I'm happy.:)
About Me
- Kyle
- There are poets and thinkers and dreamers. They are everywhere. Distributed like heavenly sprinkles, they cling to the places where the frosting hasn't hardened from age and exposure. But some sprinkles get trapped in the crevices created by the knife or the spatula or the pre-pubescent finger that has so adorned the earth with this miracle frosting. Those sprinkles tend to fall off. When you tip the cupcake to your lips, before you can even taste them--before their potential can be realized at all--they are cast to the floor of the bakery. The classroom. The kitchen. The mini-mart… These are the sprinkles that get swept away and vacuumed up and sent someplace else. The journey ahead of them is long and arduous, but they must find their way back to the surface of things. Back to the sticky-sweetness of reality--the substance of waking life…. I am such a sprinkle. And I’ve accepted that.