that world will no longer be what it was, because it is full of unhealthy people, and I need a life that will build me up
sometimes it seems that the world in which I live curses me, it is difficult for me to live alone, even though I am and have been alone all my life.
I miss life on the road, and the road in life, weird music, and being in control of my life. I miss peace, spirit, and body, I miss who I was and who I was….
it’s just that life here and now is not for me, I need movement because I’m rusting in one place, my life hasn’t changed in eleven years, or, everything has changed…..
I miss the groove, I miss the road, and I miss the old me.