i really don’t want to write but i promised myself that i would write daily and even though i am drunk and tired i will still write. i am drunk. i am tired. i am burnt. i am sore. sore legs and a sore mind. too much thinking and too much working. working long days and working too much. i need to run and i need to write. create and connect.
i had a physical today.
i was the right weight for my height. while i sat in the room at my doctor’s office i looked outside from the 6th floor and saw many people below.
hand still tired.
hand still sore.
I WANT TO GET DRUNK AND I WANT TO CONVERSE.
i looked out the window and saw so many old people in wheelchairs and walkers and needing assistance.
OLD AGE.
SOMETHING TO LOOK FORWARD TO.
my left heel hurts and my right knee hurts.
aches and pains.
ticks and tocks.
does anyone care?
are we all crazy?
what do we want?
what do we do?
money.
money and act.
the art of money.
soooo tired.
soooo broke.
soooo lost.
soooooo found.
lost and found and tired eyes and a BIG HEART.
notanotherphony. 