Hundreds of miles of dusty Ohio and Indiana highways, hundreds of thoughts, hundreds of cigarettes, gallons of Gatorade, and I am back in Chicago.
Time to make some changes. To let some things go. To get some things back. To not care anymore about some things. To care more about other things.
The more things change, the more they stay the same. Yin-yang. Two fishes swimming in a circle.
I feel like a dot in the middle of a circle: surrounded, but touching Nothing.
I need to start crawling for the Edge of the Circle.