My “Don’ts” are just strong advisories.
I understand free will and all.
But it’s better if you don’t.
it’s one of those, “Nothing good to say, so say nothing at all” -type things.
Everyday either on my way out or back home on the Metro Green Line train from Crenshaw Station to Norwalk Station, I look at the Hollywood like I long for it. I watch it like it’s gonna move. I truly gaze at it.
Then I see the bigger picture, the landscape, the mountains, the beauty of the view. The feeling of angst meets anxiety on the clearest of days as I start to feel boxed in. Not only in my city, or my situation at home, or the train. Just on a much larger scale.
I’m so far away; But how far can I really go?
~It’s all mental… it’s all in my mental…~