Last Star

I feel like I have so much to say and then I can't think of anything at all.  I want to be passionate about something again. I feel like I've misplaced every ounce of passion I have ever posessed and returned home to be someone else.

I hate myself for thinking I'm someone else at all. If I have a passion for anything it is being who I am.

We are who we are.

To be alive is  simple concept and yet a beautifully complex adventure. I just want to live. It sounds like I'm trapped which is the opposite of what is. I'm stationary in a open space. I think that is what is so perplexing. I want to be free to fly like Peter Pan. I just need to go back to a place like Neverland, to put it in my soul and keep it there. I feel like I've lost my shaddow and  I need it back.

"To live would be an awfully big adventure." -Peter Pan