On Comfort Zones.

My whole life has been a series of comfort zones.
Trapped inside an electron cloud ya know?
More like trapped inside the eye of a hurricane,
A blind eye.

Shit, I'm getting so complex up in hurr.

Well. Over the last few years I have expanded my comfort zones, gradually.
A lot, yes, but not enough.

I am so far behind.
Yes, march to the beat of your own drum,
But you have to march. Not crawl. Not drag your damn feet.
March, bitches.

April.
And May
Be one day I'll March.

See what my mind has turned into?

Well anyway, I am so far behind. I feel as if the time for experimentation, to figure out how the world works, how people act/react in situations, has passed.
Everyone around me has already figured this shit out, and I haven't even started.
Where have I been?

Oh, yes, "on my own little island," reading books. Avoiding reality. Learning how fictional people act, assuming real people are the same way. Never.

However, It's Never Too Late To Start.
I know this!
Just makes me feel even more out of my comfort zone in the attempt to start,
But I'm going to start.
Tomorrow.

Tomorrow Too Late?


Okay, done with the references nobody catches.
I hate winter.
Going to read more books and avoid more people.
Good night.