I drove back to Rock Hill a couple weeks ago after spending some time frolicking in Charlotte, stuck in a frustrated state of mind. It seemed as though there was an airplane occupying every square inch of the sky. Coming. Going. Crossing each other's paths making a web of contrails that resembled my chaotic thoughts. Thoughts of other places. Thoughts of leaving behind everything that is familiar to me for a world full of those unanswered questions and unavoidable chaos. I have seemed to settle into the routine of identifying only the things I wish I could do, and the things I wish I had. I would imagine that that is not a healthy way of thinking. But I figure from those realizations will come my dreams, and those dreams will eventually turn into a reality. I hope.
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