Open Your Eyes

I didn't realise how much i missed sydney- my bed, my friends,and other/s when i had landed. but once the plane wheels had dropped a calmness had washed over me. i was finally home. i don't know how i survived the week. no ten hour phone calls with jacqui, no credit, and no goodbye i wished someone had sent.

sounds like the usual rant, but i'm going to say it anyway, i don't know how people can always stay in one place, in one time, doing the same thing, it's not right at all. i never want to be like that.
experiences change people over time. mine have already.
it's been a while since i put pen to paper. and no i'm not planning on writing a letter anytime soon. i've seemed to have lost my inspiration to draw and i don't know why, the idea's aren't coming to me anymore and it upsets me.
i waited a long time for a particular event to be over and ended. and now that it is i'm still speechless for words. they're there but they won't come out.
i don't think they should.


All this feels strange and untrue,
and i won't waste a minute without you.