Oneofthemadones - One Of The Mad Ones

Memories of a different kind

Because when the cloudy haze you've been living in for the past week fades and things begin to make sense again, the memories that remain become almost transportive. A chord, a video, three seconds of a song take you right back to that moment in time. These memories are different. They aren't always easily recalled but when they are, they're vivid & engaging. Even feelings from that time will surge through your body just violently and brilliantly as they did in that moment.

Fill the void

I spent an embarrassing amount of time on Bloglovin' yesterday attempting to ignite some kind of passion or drive inside me that seems to be missing. Ever since I moved back to Baton Rouge it feels like something is just missing. There's a void that desperately needs to be filled so I can not only survive but thrive in my studies. I wrongly assumed that graduating would be enough to keep me motivated. I need more. I need relationships, even fleeting ones with random strangers. I need to feed on the energy of others in order to fuel mine because I'm running on empty. Scrolling through pictures, while somewhat inspiring, clearly isn't filling the void. I need a trip, an experience.

Whatever you say, Ernest Hemingway

Your midweek inspiration.