If you’re gone when I need you, if you’re gone then how is any of this real?

The Neighbourhood - How

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You died on a Saturday morning. And I had you placed here under our tree. And I had that house of your father’s bulldozed to the ground. Momma always said dyin’ was a part of life. I sure wish it wasn’t. Little Forrest, he’s doing just fine. About to start school again soon. I make his breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day. I make sure he combs his hair and brushes his teeth every day. Teaching him how to play ping-pong. He’s really good. We fish a lot. And every night, we read a book. He’s so smart, Jenny. You’d be so proud of him. I am. He, uh, wrote a letter, and he says I can’t read it. I’m not supposed to, so I’ll just leave it here for you. Jenny, I don’t know if Momma was right or if, if it’s Lieutenant Dan. I don’t know if we each have a destiny, or if we’re all just floating around accidental-like on a breeze, but I, I think maybe it’s both. Maybe both is happening at the same time. I miss you, Jenny. If there’s anything you need, I won’t be far away.

Forrest Gump

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Wake up

I haven’t done a single constructive thing in the last few weeks. This bothers me.

It’s not for lack of trying but then simultaneously, it is. I feel as if I’m constantly trying to break a barrier, the one holding me back on the useless side of being, when all I want is to break free and step back into my creative and constructive zone. 

Not that I ever was particularly disciplined but I had goals and I had focus and when I wanted something, I would make it happen. Nowadays, I just do nothing. But I want to do so many things instead of nothing.

I think a part of it is due to the fact that six weeks after moving, I still have half a dozen boxes still piled in the middle of my room. I’m the type to unpack and nest right away, and not having my a place to store my books, in plain view, is really bugging me. I feel like I can’t organise my life and thoughts and objectives so long as I have this mess staring at me every day. I can’t be without my books in order and I can’t stand not being able to see them.

I finally bought a bookcase and it’ll arrive on Sunday. I hope I manage to assemble it within a day because I’m so over this perpetually unsettled feeling.

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