"the trees who used to dance, have retreated so deeply into themselves..."

there aren't many outlets of creativity that we have as humans. we have speech, art, and things like literature but as I get older, I find there are dampers on all of them. some say the world is smaller than it use to be, but i think there's just less in it. I guess it brings me back to that phrase "it's difficult to be with others". I guess I'm so gone that I've got a lot of coming back to do.

I guess it's tough because I want to be myself but that often isn't what is allowed by the world. J will say I am exaggerating and I'm sure I am. I think there is just a restlessness in my soul to be free. To unleash who I am now before I am complete or finished. I think I'll just live in tension for now.

"...that they stand still."