Dissatisfied
Untitled by Mark Rothko
Stepping out of one puddle into another, I wonder how long it's going to be before I finally start walking on the road. I'm now being offered things I used to crave for, but it seems like I just don't want them anymore.
It's like I'm being given the entire candy store, but all I really want is to stick my nose to the glass with the other kids and point to the things we wish we could lay our hands on. Being a 20-something, working woman is turning out to be more difficult than I imagined.
Years of listening to rock music have finally done me in.
I can't get no satisfaction
Coz I try and I try and I try...
1 comment:
I love reading your blog. Your perspective is so different and your thoughts so unique. If I was in India right now, I'd have loved to sit down and talk with you about life, love, poetry and other assorted inclinations.
Is it possible to fall in love with a person you've never met?
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