I have never experienced so much uncertainty in my life. My summer is a salad bowl, tossed with a mixture of undeserved spontaneity. Bouncing from city to city, I feel trapped in between. I have places to go to, but it feels as if I am going nowhere. I have become unproductive, and I desperately find salvation in books and writing.
In the midst of moving, they say the grass is greener on the other side. But I am wondering, why is there a barbed-wire fence blocking me from heading there? That every rope and ladder used at every attempt to cross over has left me me falling to scrape my knees.
I admit, I've had it easy in the past. But I'm only human, and I am losing my patience and am frustrated enough to soon explode.
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