Liberated

No one is permanent. An ideology that has always caused me to keep in solitude. Sure, if you observed me in New York, in my habitat, you would assume I have a big circle. I like to keep it that way. But if my life was a scrapbook and people were pictures, I would tape them in my book; I never use glue. Nothing is permanent. And although outwardly I seem comfortable with that idea, my ideology, often I find myself longing for a constant, a permanent. (not necessarily romantic in nature) Drifting endlessly through a sea of people passing in and out of my life is tiring. I think I need an anchor.

But for now, I will use tape and never glue.