On Immutable Truths

I was happy out west. I can feel an anxiety and palpable tension that frustrates me. I’m supposed to be content where I am until I move. But I feel tired and sad. And I don’t know if the bad vibes are coming from outside and seeping in or coming from inside and making here seem like a bad place. But I want to be there. I want to be out there now. Not later. And there’s got to be something to the things that grab us by the ankles and drag us toward them. There’s got to be something to the immutable truth that I have to get there at all costs. There’s got to be something to the dreams that won’t ever leave us alone. That won’t ever leave us. 

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