I went back home for a week and went into the bush and let go of everything sitting in that forest life so simple, nothing to worry about just survive and enjoy the silence and nature about.

Family is still the same as always and the lingering memories are still there from when I left with unfinished dreams.

Still moving forward, feeling though that people can't be honest and just tell me they don't care for me and i leave a bad taste, people always saying they busy when I want to hang.

I gotta go out my way for time it seems these days, and it makes me want to go back to that silence because at least there was no disappointment and I saw what was coming my way.

Not sure where i'm going with anything anymore, can't think straight can't concentrate. Just days I want to hide away.