Restless

I'm feeling the itch to find somewhere new. New York, or Ireland, or Spain, or India. Somewhere else. My rent ends in September, but my landlord might be getting evicted soon, so I could leave and not sacrifice my security deposit.


Where does this life go, what does it mean to be alive? How do all these people get up in the morning and go to bed at night without knowing. How do I do it? Do I, or am I live, or am I pretending with everyone else.

I don't think the Truth resides where I am, I need to move. But I'm afraid that I won't find it anywhere but inside myself.