a pluck works too. this weekend was a nice get away from the usual routines, though the lack of my usual work out regimen has managed to unnerve me rather than put me at ease. although the majority of the family i went up with, or if not all of them had a mission to relax, i’ve now come back home with a broken heart and an undying eagerness. i want so much to finish this fall semester, perhaps spring as well and if so or not, to move right then or after. i can no longer endure what’s around me because it’s beginning to feel like i’m being saran wrapped inside of some endless like cocoon. the more i sit and the more i wait, the harder it’ll be to break out. i don’t want to be comfortable here. i want to do too many things; not in a bad way either. i just don’t want these ideas, these ambitions, to falter in this place called ‘home’. what is a home anyways? should it not be a place you create for yourself rather than the people who created it for you? this isn’t my idea of home. this isn’t my idea or creation. i have plenty of them up my sleeve for all my own. i’ll plant this seed as far i’ll roam. for it will bleed toward the feet like foam. and then recede onto its comb. finding light steed to build its dome. just for the need and sake of home. oh them and they all have known. the ideas and the mountains thrown. the children hiding out in stones. they think they fly but they all drone. but to each his way to each his own. each dials new numbers on their phone. i’m calling out i’m calling grown. i’ve tumbled plenty, learned and shown. won’t you say it’s time i’d flown? for i feel these wired aching bones. no longer do they wishfully postpone. nor sit to wait, gossip, groan! no time to waste no time to loan! the ship has sailed the ship has blown. destinations made inside stepping stones. the steps you create not unknown. loop hole states all outgrown. shunned the light on my new home.