liz moss

it's the most potent form of missing out it's blocking out the laughter echoing from outside your window it's hearing phone calls detailing the day you missed it's perfect plans without you it's seeing the birds hop jovially through the only patch of land i know it's begging to be back at the place you longed to leave just last week it's seeing my father's location and missing him dearly because i suppose all i really want is to not be a stranger

     I thought that the older I got the more I would know what I want in life, but it seems as time passes and I am more aware of the plethora of options available to me, I am less and less attached to any one vocation. Each day I fall out of love with my old ideas of success and fall more in love with the world.      The other night I went to a concert at a small venue in Nashville to see one of my favorite artists, and after staying at the venue until midnight to help count merch and clean up, I listened to the band chat animatedly about getting waffles afterward and how they’re looking forward to the next stop of tour. I thought about how draining the cycle of performing is, how I like to listen more than I speak and how I like to be in bed by 11pm, and how maybe this isn’t what I really want. I know I can fit any career to my personality type--I can make being an introvert work with being an entertainer, but lately I’ve discovered the heart behind my am...