It's kind of funny

It’s kind of funny how you consider yourself so. It’s kind of funny how you act in such a way that shouldn’t be so. It’s kind of funny that I realized, just a little too late that, you need to be let go.

Yesterday I let go of the past, and today I forgave an old friend. It is kind of funny how things work out, and how they don’t. It’s funny how everything you need to know, comes to you just when you need it to. And how you know that tomorrow will come, but you never know if it will come for you. It’s funny how when winter comes, your partner and you break up and you have no one to snuggle. But in summer, you know your bound to meet someone new, and it will be too hot to spend all day Sunday in bed.

It’s funny how I’m writing this, and the words are coming out, without me even thinking of the words I want to say.  Everything seems, to be super funny today! 

A Spanish Saint.

It seems to me that society has crept up on me. I do not wish to follow, I refuse to be conditioned to the conditioning of my neighbour. These four walls and growing higher as we speak. I am feeling lonely, surrounded by all these people talking their speak. It's clear to me now, that I won’t be free until I’m not here. I need to get away from here, and land somewhere other than there. I want to close my eyes and open them to a place I have never seen before. I want to walk slowly down a footpath in a backstreet of a country I have never been to before, and see faces that will haunt me for the rest of my life.

I need to find myself in his arms. The arms that for so long I rejected. The arms that will strangle any comfort out of me, and position me in a positioning of awkwardness.