L.A. |
Nage Gibson-Thompson |
Somewhere between the ocean, mountains, and desert. That is where I lay my head now. On concrete waiting…No, working to get
somewhere besides this horrible in-between. This place where reality meets the dreams of our fathers. My plane landed in the city of angels a week ago. To be honest the first place I wanted to see was the ocean. Not the career I came here to pursue. What does that mean? I’d like to think I am more connected to the earth than the esoteric thoughts in my head. But sadly no, I’m not that conceded. The truth of the feeling is that I wanted to runaway. I’ve always wanted to runaway. Ever since I can remember it’s been a dream of mine, to run and disappear never to be seen again.
My therapist would tell you it has something to do with my tumultuous upbringing. A dad dead in the ground, a replacement with anger issues, and a mother looking for love in the wrong places, I would have to agree. But somewhere deep down I think the feeling stems from a happier adventurous place. Where my inner-child lives. The one I kept locked away for protection from my HBO styled life. I always wanted to be older. Well I got what I wanted. A studio apartment in a city thousands of miles away from home and a job to ‘pay the bills’ (eventually). It’s funny how the grass always looks greener. That’s one thing I could never seem to learn.Or maybe it’s my inner-child breaking down the door? Ready to come out and play, finally that all the tension is over.
somewhere besides this horrible in-between. This place where reality meets the dreams of our fathers. My plane landed in the city of angels a week ago. To be honest the first place I wanted to see was the ocean. Not the career I came here to pursue. What does that mean? I’d like to think I am more connected to the earth than the esoteric thoughts in my head. But sadly no, I’m not that conceded. The truth of the feeling is that I wanted to runaway. I’ve always wanted to runaway. Ever since I can remember it’s been a dream of mine, to run and disappear never to be seen again.
My therapist would tell you it has something to do with my tumultuous upbringing. A dad dead in the ground, a replacement with anger issues, and a mother looking for love in the wrong places, I would have to agree. But somewhere deep down I think the feeling stems from a happier adventurous place. Where my inner-child lives. The one I kept locked away for protection from my HBO styled life. I always wanted to be older. Well I got what I wanted. A studio apartment in a city thousands of miles away from home and a job to ‘pay the bills’ (eventually). It’s funny how the grass always looks greener. That’s one thing I could never seem to learn.Or maybe it’s my inner-child breaking down the door? Ready to come out and play, finally that all the tension is over.