I am sure everyone feels this way at some point. But because they are my feelings, it feels so isolated. I want to run away from the life I have. Nearly everything that surrounds me, I want to leave behind. I have dreams of getting in my car with what little money I have, and just driving with no particular destination in mind. I want to stop in strange towns and work odd jobs that have no stresses or responsibilities. I fantasize about starting over.
But secretly, what I really wish is to go back. Back in time to when there were no stresses. Back to when my father was still alive and I could ask him what his favorite color was. Just get to know him like I never got the chance. I want to experience the sound of his voice and how it felt to hold his hand. So much of what makes up my life now, comes from his death.
I want to flee. I want to carry myself over the ocean to far away places that I have only heard of, and cannot find on a map. But I know that even if I were to get there, he would seem even farther away.
But secretly, what I really wish is to go back. Back in time to when there were no stresses. Back to when my father was still alive and I could ask him what his favorite color was. Just get to know him like I never got the chance. I want to experience the sound of his voice and how it felt to hold his hand. So much of what makes up my life now, comes from his death.
I want to flee. I want to carry myself over the ocean to far away places that I have only heard of, and cannot find on a map. But I know that even if I were to get there, he would seem even farther away.
oh, and way to go on that drum stick at the Audioslave concert