Something different, or the same

As I sit here in front my beloved computer I put my feet up on the bars underneath my new and shiny glass desk. I contemplate. My day, my life, this blog. Occasionally I have dreams to make something more of it. All three of them, really. Acoustic music drones on in my right ear.

It reminds me of before. Of my brothers, Idaho, opportunities I should have made more of. Hindsight and my thoughts don't mix well. It only brings regret, and strangely, a desire to be back there.

Not really to fix it, more to just enjoy it. Because I did. I had those moments, those memories that drown me. And I want to be back there. Away from here. Away from this desire of more.