this is the feeling i can never put into words. this is that lost feeling late at night that i ponder about right before i drift off into sleep. it is a good feeling to know that at least i am really not that alone in the end.
Friday, October 7, 2011
Haruki Murakami
“I always feel like I’m struggling to become someone else. Like I’m trying to find a new place, grab hold of a new life, a new personality. I guess it’s part of growing up, yet it’s also an attempt to reinvent myself. By becoming a different me, I could free myself of everything. I seriously believed I could escape myself- as long as I made the effort. But I always hit a dead end. No matter where I go, I still end up me. What’s missing never changes. The scenery may change, but I’m still the same old incomplete person. The same missing elements torture me with a hunger that I can never satisfy. I guess that lack itself is as close as I’ll come to define myself.”
this is the feeling i can never put into words. this is that lost feeling late at night that i ponder about right before i drift off into sleep. it is a good feeling to know that at least i am really not that alone in the end.
this is the feeling i can never put into words. this is that lost feeling late at night that i ponder about right before i drift off into sleep. it is a good feeling to know that at least i am really not that alone in the end.
