coward.

blogs make it easy to spit out random thoughts.
i don't know what tonight's blogging will produce, but i just needed to write.
to document my past month here.

i began to question,
is this where i will call home 10 years down the road.

sure i may have said that this place will remain home,
but that was when i thought my life was here.

noticably i'm having second thoughts,
maybe my life is in melbourne.

or maybe i'm meant to be a nomad,
traversing the lands,
sailing the seas.

its easier to be one, without roots,
but without roots is there an identity?

or maybe i just want to run away,
to turn my back against the crime,
against having to deal with the lost of loved ones,
'rejection by some'
running away is of course the easiest of options,

i wish i had the courage to stay.

God, i know you're there,
I want you, I need you,
more than anything right now.