Spring

It's spring break and there's nothing to do here. I miss dorm life, where even lazy, unfilled hours become laden with activity.
Here, nothing begets not another mischievous doing, but just itself. It's the emptiest equation.
I'm in a strange town, yet again. It's beautiful, I've scoped out at least that much. It's what I do every time I move, I scope things out like a cat, quietly and carefully, lightly treading on new earth. I suppose this new place is pleasing to the senses, so I'm not sure what's wrong. I read somewhere that we depend solely on our senses to understand the world...we are trapped in our senses, you could say. So it makes no sense that what I feel doesn't agree with what I sense.
I suppose I do have familiar people here. But I've always thought that it was better that I live far from home, I've felt guilty thinking it, but nevertheless, it's how I feel. Now I know why. Because there are people that can hurt me more than the rest of the world together. and it's all I could do to pretend that it's not true when I'm 2000 miles away.
Maybe "hurt" is the wrong word. It has too negative a connotation, especially for something only those we are closest to can cause. Maybe I mean that it complicates things a whole lot more than I could deal with.
I hate that word, "complicated." What does it even mean? It's a word feeble people use when they are too obtuse to explain. Too out of touch to grasp.
For now, that's what I seem to be.