High Life

I have had a landslide of coffee today. And it still doesn't seem like enough. It's become my best friend these days, especially when no one else seems to be around. I'm sitting at Meridee's, one of my favorite Franklin-ite spots. I have slowly began to realize that I'm caught in the middle of my past, a Franklin-ite, and my present, average jane. Franklin goes to my deepest roots, my instincts, dreams, eyes, everything. But now that I've been away from it for about a year now, I realize what a subculture it really is and that this is WAY more to life than being from Franklin. It's like freakin' Hollywood or something... it's just so "cool" to have Williamson County on your license plate. It's like you're royalty or something. Yes, there are some amazing things about Franklin. It's a very unique place. But it isn't the only place. Somehow I'm stuck somewhere in between.

I seem to be "stuck" a lot of places lately. I don't really feel like anything is in my hands. Maybe that's the way it's suppose to be, who knows. Apathy is probably my worst enemy right now.

"There's a night life falling down on me
I just feel like a change
Beneath the sun in summer,
a sea of flowers won't bloom without the rain
But oh, this desert life, this high life
Here at the dying of the day
I wasn't made for this scene"