Everything in me wants to run away. The same conversations everyday, the anger, the angst, frustrations and lack of solution to anything changing. I am praying constantly for change and it feels in vain. You could very well hermeneutically argue me out of this position. Anyone can argue but can they change you or the circumstances.
I want to run to Barcelona. Get on a train. Listen to the languages. I want to sit with my friends from Sweden and listen one more time to good music.
Maybe this is why I keep wanting to leave the library. I feel stuck between the bookshelves and someone is sliding the shelves closer towards my body and I will be crushed between the paperbacks and reference dictionaries. If it is between any good literary novels by the likes of F. Scott Fitzgerald do not resuscitate.
I want to relive my arrival in Barcelona last February at this time. I lingerly walked to the docks of the ocean. A panhandler played Bob Dylan's "Like a Rolling Stone" and the sun was high. I thought about nothing, but took in the scene. The smells of fish, the sound of the guitar and conversations in Spanish, the warmth of the sun on my face.
Perhaps I need to enjoy life more rather than enclosing myself between pages in the library. So we've made a plan. A great escape. A change of scenery if you please!
well then, let's have our own euro escape in this city... i will quicken to plan this... ah well, needed by us both. xoxo, les.
ReplyDeleteOKAY! first stop Greece and those lovely beaches. lets get lost on the islands, and find where the wild things are... xoxo
ReplyDeleteyour skilled with the pen! keep on fighting that bordom/angst.. do something crazy you havent done before? Something fun, and while ur at it do something in faith!? Just step out there, and see what happends!
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