My soul is restless. It yearns for something more. I often wonder what that more is. Sometimes I think it’s a want of faith, although what faith I’m not sure. Dogmatic religion is like sandpaper against my heart. It’s not where I belong. But where, then? I’ve tried on Buddhism and Paganism, Quakerism, and Druidry.… Continue reading Restless.
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Stream of consciousness.
I am bored of myself and my life. I am bored of being stuck in the same shitty cycle. I am bored of always splurging all my money on nothing. I am bored of putting so much value in things. I’m bored of spending most of life indoors. At work. Studying. Reading. I’m bored of… Continue reading Stream of consciousness.
Starting over, Sober.
This morning, I sat on the garden flagging staring at nothing in particular. On a three-day hangover and comedown, my head was haunted by one thought: how have I ended up here again? Only a few weeks back I was sober and loving life. I’d gotten my 60-day keyring, had a lovely sponsor, was working… Continue reading Starting over, Sober.
This Restless Soul 