walking the road

      
       
       
          
    I may think I know what may be good for me; though maybe in "reality" it isn't meant to be; it's as if it's better being isolated from the "pack"; more or less like Jesse Pinkman from breaking bad....      
       
       
 it sucks getting "attached"; who the hell really wants to have extra baggage; no one; according to the "program" people have their own individual path....      
       
       
 some want "more" out of this "life"; and some just don't care as much about all of that....(including me)      
       
       
to some-the "little things" is where it's at; appreciating the day as if it were the last; like appreciating the taste of one's favorite snack;      
       
       
 watching others talk, smile and laugh; they seem to be having a blast; though them and i don't share the same track....      
       
       
it's like watching holograms-i may watch from afar-though it's like we're not meant to interact....      
it sucks but it's true      
       
       
in my mind-I'm like that lumberjack that lives in a cabin alone; coping and getting through the day with little to no weight on my back; living out the day like it's my last;        
       
       
    trying to be as "stress free" as I can.... the "lone wolf"(what ever that subjectively means to you)-how it sucks to be that; but looking out into the world-it seems to be my only path....    
   
   
watching others interact-tends to prove that....    
       
   
I'm just here-as long as the "going is going"....